Not all at once, but gently,- as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.
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My soul would one day go and seek
A richess of those sweets she found,As in another Rosamond;But gathering roses as she was,Not knowing what would come to pass,it chanced a ringlet of her hairCaught my poor soul, as in a snare;Which ever since has been in thrall;–Yet freedom she enjoys withal.
Here a solemn fast we keep,
Hush’d be all things, no noise hereBut the toning of a tear;Or a sigh of such as bringCowslips for her covering.
Be the mistress of my choice,
Be she witty, more than wise,Pure enough, though not precise;Be she showing in her dress,Like a civil wilderness,That the curious may detectOrder in a sweet neglect;Be she rolling in her eye,Tempting all the passers by;And each ringlet of her hair,An enchantment, or a snare,For to catch the lookers on;But herself held fast by none.Let her…
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF
Sweet country life, to such unknown,Whose lives are others’, not their own!But serving courts and cities, beLess happy, less enjoying thee.Thou never plough’st the ocean’s foamTo seek and bring rough pepper home:Nor to the Eastern Ind dost roveTo bring from thence the scorched clove:Nor, with the loss of thy loved rest,Bring’st home the ingot from…
Am I despised, because you say;
Know, Lady, you have but your day!And time will come when you shall wearSuch frost and snow upon your hair;And when, though long, it comes to pass,You question with your looking-glass,And in that sincere crystal seekBut find no rose-bud in your cheek,Nor any bed to give the shewWhere such a rare carnation grew:-Ah! then too…
Whatsoever thing I see,
–‘Tis a mistress unto me.Be my girl or fair or brown,Does she smile, or does she frown;Still I write a sweet-heart down.Be she rough, or smooth of skin;When I touch, I then beginFor to let affection in.Be she bald, or does she wearLocks incurl’d of other hair;I shall find enchantment there.Be she whole, or be…