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Front Matter |
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To Licia, the wise, kind, virtuous, and fair |
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I. |
Sad, all alone, not long I musing sat |
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II. |
Weary was Love, and sought to take his rest |
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III. |
The heavens beheld the beauty of my Queen |
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IV. |
Love and my Love did range the forest wild |
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V. |
Love, with her hair, my Love by force hath tied |
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VI. |
My Love, amazed, did blush herself to see |
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VII. |
Death, in a rage, assaulted once my heart |
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VIII. |
Hard are the rocks, the marble, and the steel |
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IX. |
Love was laid down, all weary, fast asleep |
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X. |
A painter drew the image of the boy |
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XI. |
In Ida Vale three Queens, the Shepherd saw |
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XII. |
I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing |
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XIII. |
Inamoured Jove, commanding, did entreat |
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XIV. |
My Love lay sleeping where birds music made |
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XV. |
I stood amazed, and saw my Licia shine |
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XVI. |
“Grant, fairest kind, a kiss unto thy friend!” |
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XVII. |
As are the sands, fair Licia, on the shore |
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XVIII. |
I swear, fair Licia, still for to be thine |
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XIX. |
That time, fair Licia, when I stole a kiss |
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XX. |
First did I fear, when first my love began |
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XXI. |
Licia, my Love, was sitting in a grove |
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XXII. |
I might have died before my life began |
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XXIII. |
My Love was masked, and armèd with a fan |
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XXIV. |
When as my Love lay sickly in her bed |
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XXV. |
Seven are the Lights that wander in the skies |
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XXVI. |
I live, sweet Love, where as the gentle wind |
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XXVII. |
The crystal streams, wherein my Love did swim |
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XXVIII. |
In time the strong and stately turrets fall |
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XXIX. |
When as my Licia sailèd in the seas |
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XXX. |
When as her lute is tunèd to her voice |
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XXXI. |
Years, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend |
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XXXII. |
I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my Love |
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XXXIII. |
Pale are my looks, forsaken of my life |
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XXXIV. |
When as I wish, fair Licia, for a kiss |
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XXXV. |
Hear how my Sighs are echoed by the wind! |
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XXXVI. |
I speak, fair Licia, what my torments be |
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XXXVII. |
Sweet, I protest, and seal it with an oath |
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XXXVIII. |
Fair matchless Nymph, respect but what I crave! |
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XXXIX. |
My grief began, fair Saint, when first I saw |
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XL. |
Poets did feign that heavens a Venus had |
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XLI. |
If, aged Charon, when my life shall end |
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XLII. |
For if alone thou think to waft my Love |
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XLIII. |
Are those two stars, her eyes, my life’s light, gone? |
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XLIV. |
Cruel fair Love! I justly do complain |
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XLV. |
There shone a Comet, and it was full West |
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XLVI. |
If he be dead in whom no heart remains |
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XLVII. |
Like Memnon’s rock, touched with the rising sun |
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XLVIII. |
I saw, sweet Licia, when the Spider ran |
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XLIX. |
If that I die, fair Licia, with disdain |
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A’ Licia sigh! and say, Thou art my own |
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LI. |
When first the Sun, whom all my senses serve |
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LII. |
O sugared talk! wherewith my thoughts do live |
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An Ode: Love, I repent me that I thought |
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A Dialogue betwixt two Sea Nymphs, Doris and Galatea, concerning Polyphemus |
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A Lover’s Maze |
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Elegy I. |
Down in a bed, and on a bed of down |
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Elegy II. |
Distance of place, my Love and me did part |
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Elegy III. |
If sad Complaint would shew a Lover’s pain |
