My story tells, by Love they were
Turn’d to these springs which we see here:
The pretty whimpering that they make,
When of the banks their leave they take,
Tells ye but this, they are the same,
In nothing changed but in their name.
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Ye silent shades, whose each tree here
Who for some sweet-heart’s sake, did proveThe fire and martyrdom of Love:–Here is the legend of those saintsThat died for love, and their complaints;Their wounded hearts, and names we findEncarved upon the leaves and rind.Give way, give way to me, who comeScorch’d with the self-same martyrdom!And have deserved as much, Love knows,As to be canonized…
Every time seems short to be
But one half-hour that’s made up hereWith grief, seems longer than a year.
From noise of scare-fires rest ye free,
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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…
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In the hour of my distress,
And when I my sins confess,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within my bed,Sick in heart, and sick in head,And with doubts discomforted,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When the house doth sigh and weep,And the world is drown’d in sleep,Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When the artless doctor seesNo one hope, but of…