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Absence, hear thou my protestation,

Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,

Ah, Ben! Say how or when,

Ah, fading joy! how quickly art thou past!

Ah! I remember well (and how can I,
Ah! my Lord, leave me not,

Ah, sweet Content! where is thy mild abode?
Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair,

All my past life is mine no more,
All the flowers of the spring, -
All ye that lovely lovers be,
And wilt thou leave me thus?

Are they shadows that we see?

A rose, as fair as ever saw the North,

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?

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As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, 103

Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones, - 197

A very phoenix in her radiant eyes,

Ay me, poor soul, whom bound in sinful chains,

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Be a merchant, I will freight thee,

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Beauty clear and fair,

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Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew,

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Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit,

Brown is my love, but graceful,

Buzz! quoth the Blue-fly,

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By a fountain where I lay,

By the moon we sport and play,

Call for the robin redbreast and the wren,

Calm was the day, and through the trembling air,
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,

Choose the darkest part o' the grove,

Clear Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore,
Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain,

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Cold winter ice is fled and gone,

Come away, come away, death,

Come away, come, sweet love!

Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me,
Come, come away! the spring,
Come, let's begin to revel it out,

Come, list and hark,

Come, little babe, come, silly soul, -

Cupid and my Campaspe played,

Dare you haunt our hallowed green?

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Dear chorister, who from those shadows sends,

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Dear, from thine arms then let me fly,

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee,

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow,
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Drop, drop, slow tears,

Even such is time, that takes in trust,
Eye of the garden, queen of flowers,

Fain I would, but oh I dare not,
Fain would I change that note,
Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
Fair daffodils, we weep to see,
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,

Fair stood the wind for France,

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Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet!
Forget not yet the tried intent,
For her gait if she be walking,

Fresh Spring, the herald of love's mighty king,
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
From Tuskane came my lady's worthy race,
Full fathom five thy father lies,

Full many a glorious morning have I seen,

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Gentle nymphs, be not refusing,

Give Beauty all her right,

Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease,

God Lyæus, ever young,

Go, happy rose, and interwove,

Go, heart, unto the lamp of light,
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Go, lovely rose,

Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good,
Happy those early days, when I,

Happy were he could finish forth his fate,
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
Hark, now everything is still,

His golden locks time hath to silver turned,
How happy is he born and taught,

How happy was I when I saw her lead, -
How near to good is what is fair!
How should I your true love know,

I dare not ask a kiss,

I have done one braver thing,

I have lost, and lately, these, -

I never drank of Aganippe well,

In hope to 'scape the law, do nought amiss,

In the hour of my distress,

In vain he seeks for beauty that excelleth,

In what dark silent grove,

I saw Eternity the other night,

I saw my lady weep,

I saw my lady weeping, and Love did languish,

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,

I struck the board, and cried, "No more",

It is not growing like a tree,

It is too clear a brightness for man's eye,
It was the winter wild,

I would thou wert not fair, or I were wise,

Jolly shepherd, shepherd on a hill,

Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Lay a garland on my hearse, -

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,
Let me not to the marriage of true minds,
Let who list (for me) advance,

Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide,
Like as the damask rose you see,

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
Like to the clear in highest sphere,

Like to the falling of a star,

Little think'st thou, poor flower,

Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same,
Look how the flower which lingeringly doth fade,
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Love in thy youth, fair maid, be wise,
Lovely kind, and kindly loving,

Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought,

Maids to bed and cover coal, -

Martial, the things that do attain,

Matilda, now go take thy bed,

May! be thou never graced with birds that sing,
Men call you fair, and you do credit it, -
More than most fair, full of the living fire,
Mortality, behold and fear!

Most glorious Lord of life! that, on this day, -
My dear and only love, I pray,

My Girl, thou gazest much,

My light thou art, without thy glorious sight,-

My love in her attire doth shew her wit,

My maiden Isabel,

My mind to me a kingdom is,

My soul, there is a country,

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love,
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,

No longer mourn for me when I am dead,
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try,
Not, Celia, that I juster am,

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul,
Now is the gentle season, freshly flowering,
Now is the month of maying,

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Now is the time for mirth,

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Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Now the lusty Spring is seen,

Now winter nights enlarge,

Nymphs and Shepherds, dance no more,

O, fair sweet face! O, eyes celestial bright,
Of Neptune's empire let us sing,
Of Pan we sing, the best of singers, Pan,
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, never say that I was false of heart,
O, nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray,
O no, Beloved; I am most sure,

O no more, no more, too late,

O the merry Christ-Church bells,

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