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45470	And nothing, nothing is better than to feel thus, still happy and serene, after how many years?
45470	Do you hear the dead wood falling in the forest?
45470	Hours girt with blossom, will you ever return?
45470	O you whose gentleness bathes my proud heart, what need to weigh the pure gold of our dream?
45470	Was there a prayer heard in secret whose hands stretched out gently over our bosom we had not clasped?
45470	Was there one appeal, one purpose, one tranquil or violent desire whose pace we had not quickened?
45470	Who can say from what far- off and unknown distances so many new birds have come with sun on their wings?
45470	XXVIII Was there in us one fondness, one thought, one gladness, one promise that we had not sown before our footsteps?
45470	is it not indeed in us that grows the pleasantest and the gladdest garden in the world?
45470	let the passing hand knock with its futile fingers on the door; our hour is so unique, and the rest-- what matters the rest with its futile fingers?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	And I had_ envied_ her?
16995	And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view, Shall I vanish from his vision-- when my dreams come true?
16995	And in her sleep, Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me?
16995	And now yer-- how old_ air_ you?
16995	And yer nex''birthday''s in Aprile?
16995	CONTENTS PAGE BLOOMS OF MAY 185 DISCOURAGING MODEL, A 133"DREAM"46 FARMER WHIPPLE-- BACHELOR 167 HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
16995	Ca n''t you change the order some?
16995	Ca n''t you lift one word-- With some pang of laughter-- Louder than the drowsy bird Crooning''neath the rafter?
16995	HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
16995	Has she forgotten life-- love-- everyone-- Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me?
16995	Has she forgotten thus the old caress That made our breath a quickened atmosphere That failed nigh unto swooning with the sheer Delight?
16995	I Has she forgotten?
16995	I know not any place So fair as this-- Swung here between the blue Of sea and sky, with you To ask me, with a kiss,"Where shall we land?"
16995	It is here; but where Is she, of all the world the first and best?
16995	O blooms of May, And summer roses-- Where- away?
16995	What if we sung, or laughed, or wept maybe?
16995	When?
16995	Where is it, O my Mary, Ye are biding a''the while?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Where shall we land?
16995	Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me-- Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother-- where is she?
16995	You do n''t rikollect her, I reckon?
16995	[ Illustration:( HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?)]
16995	[ Illustration:( TOM VAN ARDEN)] Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Are we"lucky dogs,"indeed?
16995	[ Illustration:( WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TITLE)] WHERE SHALL WE LAND?
16995	and you want to git married that day?
9920	Who will tell us for certain That winter is not at the other side of the mirror, Obscuring our delights And covering our hair with frost?
9920	Am I then a lesser king than love?
9920	And if Mahomet threw his handkerchief And took you up and loved you for himself?
9920	But what if I make a mistake And call to the wrong man?
9920	But with the silver from your roses What can you buy so precious as your roses?
9920	Did God use a bluer paint Painting the sky for the gold sun Or making the sea about your two black stars?
9920	Did God use a stronger light When He fashioned and dropped the sun into the sky Or dropped your black stars into their blue sea?
9920	Did God use a whiter silk Weaving the veil for your fevered roses, Or spinning the moon that lies across your face?
9920	Do you know what the time is?
9920	Eyes of my eyes, how could I then defend you?
9920	For silver?
9920	I wonder if he also was glad?
9920	Is it because I am maimed?
9920	Is it because I am maimed?
9920	Or make no sign at all, And it is he?
9920	Rose- seller, why do you sell your roses?
9920	Suddenly The bleak resurgent mind Called wonderfully clear:"What mark have I left?"
9920	What by the freshness of those blue streams, Seeing my face reflected there alone?
9920	What is the profit of these shawls without you?
9920	What should I do with those tall loaded fruit- trees, Seeing I could not give the fruit to you?
9920	Who will guide me to the dwelling of Abla?
9920	Whom?
9920	Why are your tears so black?
9920	Why are your tears so green?
9920	Why did I not meet you before I married?
9920	Why did the snow fall On my dress?
9920	Why did you wait till spring; Were not my hands already full of red- thorned roses?
9920	Why do the birds let their feathers Fall among the clouds?
9920	Why do you lower your eyes?
9920	Why do you not look at me?
9920	Will it ever wake?
9920	Would you like me to go and see your father and mother?
9920	Yet do not my strong eyes know you, far house?
9920	_ From the Arabic of Ahmed Bey Chawky( contemporary)._ WHITE AND GREEN AND BLACK TEARS Why are your tears so white?
9920	_ From the Arabic._ THE DANCING HEART When she came she said: You know that your love is granted, Why is your heart trembling?
9920	_ From the Persian of Abu- Yshac( middle of the tenth century)._ I ASKED MY LOVE I asked my love:"Why do you make yourself so beautiful?"
9920	_ Popular Song of Kafiristan.__ KAZACKS_ YOU DO NOT WANT ME?
9920	_ Song of Daghestan.__ GEORGIA_ PART OF A GHAZAL Lonely rose out- splendouring legions of roses, How could the nightingales behold you and not sing?
9920	_ Song of the Love Nights of Laos._ KHAP- SALUNG Seeing that I adore you, Scarf of golden flowers, Why do you stay unmarried?
596	AFTER DEATH Now while my lips are living Their words must stay unsaid, And will my soul remember To speak when I am dead?
596	APRIL SONG WILLOW in your April gown Delicate and gleaming, Do you mind in years gone by All my dreaming?
596	But oh, the shy and eager thoughts That hide and will not get them dressed, Why is it that they always seem So much more lovely than the rest?
596	DEBT WHAT do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long?
596	Give over, we have laughed enough; Oh dearest and most foolish friend, Why do you wage a war with love To lose your battle in the end?
596	Had not the music of our joy Sounded its highest note?
596	How shall I tell you?
596	How should the water know the glowing heart That ever to the heaven lifts its fire, A golden and unchangeable desire?
596	How should they know the wind of a new beauty Sweeping my soul had winnowed it with song?
596	I am my love''s and he is mine forever, Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore-- Think you that I could let a beggar enter Where a king stood before?
596	II Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
596	Oh are you asleep, or lying awake, my lover?
596	Oh bitter wind with icy invisible wings Why do you beat us?
596	Oh for the measured dawns That pass with folded wings-- How can I let them go With unremembered things?
596	Oh who can tell the range of joy Or set the bounds of beauty?
596	Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song-- But how can I give silence My whole life long?
596	Oh, beauty are you not enough?
596	Oh, beauty, are you not enough?
596	Oh, if you lived on earth elated, How is it now that you can run Free of the weight of flesh and faring Far past the birthplace of the sun?
596	Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me?
596	Old love, old love, How can I be true?
596	Shall I be faithless to myself Or to you?
596	The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves-- How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves?
596	The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold-- What if they fell and shattered The earth with gold?
596	The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright-- How can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight?
596	Then I said,"Oh who am I To scorn God to his face?
596	To- night what girl When she goes home, Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair This year''s blossoms, clinging in its coils?
596	Under the boughs where lovers walked The apple- blooms will shed their breath-- But what of all the lovers now Parted by death, Gray Death?
596	Was I not calm?
596	We pass thru a door leading onto the ledge-- Wind, night and space Oh terrible height Why have we sought you?
596	When you were saying,"Will you never love me?"
596	Whither goes Sappho?
596	Why am I crying after love With youth, a singing voice and eyes To take earth''s wonder with surprise?
596	Why am I crying after love?
596	Why would you bear us away?
596	XI Hamburg The day that I come home, What will you find to say,-- Words as light as foam With laughter light as spray?
596	Yet have you never wondered what the Nile Is seeking always, restless and wild with spring And no less in the winter, seeking still?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	_ Do They Miss Me at Home_?
19897	_ When? 19897 And in her sleep, Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me? 19897 And now yer-- how old_ air_ you? 19897 And the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view, Shall I vanish from his vision-- when my dreams come true? 19897 And yer nex''birthday''s in Aprile? 19897 Ca n''t you change the order some? 19897 Ca n''t you lift one word-- With some pang of laughter-- Louder than the drowsy bird Crooning''neath the rafter? 19897 Has she forgotten life-- love-- everyone-- Has she forgotten me-- forgotten me? 19897 Has she forgotten thus the old caress That made our breath a quickened atmosphere That failed nigh unto swooning with the sheer Delight? 19897 Has she forgotten? 19897 I know not any place So fair as this-- Swung here between the blue Of sea and sky, with you To ask me, with a kiss,Where shall we land?"
19897	It is here; but where Is she, of all the world the first and best?
19897	O blooms of May, And summer roses-- Where- away?
19897	Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Are we"lucky dogs,"indeed?
19897	What if we sung, or laughed, or wept maybe?
19897	Where is it, O my Mary, Ye are biding a''the while?
19897	Where shall be land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Where shall we land?
19897	Yer mother did afore you, when her folks objected to me-- Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother-- where is she?
19897	You do n''t rikollect her, I reckon?
19897	[ Illustration] And I had_ envied_ her?
19897	[ Illustration] WHERE SHALL WE LAND?
19897	[ Illustration][ Illustration] HAS SHE FORGOTTEN?
19897	and you want to git married that day?
5125	My heart has flown to join thee,How can my footsteps stay?
5125	My lord, the crowd in the Audience Hall; how long wilt thou have them wait?
5125	A curl of thy waist- reaching- tresses?
5125	A faint voice fell from the stars above--"Thou?
5125	Ah, what hast thou done with the Lover I loved, Who found me wanting, and thee so fair?
5125	Ah, which is the lovelier,--this?
5125	And Thou, whom I loved: have the seasons brought That fair content, which allured Thee so?
5125	And that had been well for me; all would say so, What have I done since I parted from thee?
5125	Art thou yet athrill at the touch of His hand, Art thou still athirst for His waving hair?
5125	Ay, even these lips of thine, so often kissed, What certitude have I that they exist?
5125	But I spoke tenderly, and said,"Beloved, Shall not thy lips give orders to my heart?
5125	Can His pity picture the anguish here, Can He see, through a London fog, The man who has worked"nigh seventy year"To die the death of a dog?
5125	Do we not live but by the sun above, And takes he any heed of thee or me?
5125	Dost think that a man as sick as I can compass a woman''s ease?
5125	Drifting, drifting along the River, Under the light of a wan low moon, Steady, the paddles; Boatmen, steady,-- Why should we reach the sea so soon?
5125	Early Love Who says I wrong thee, my half- opened rose?
5125	For how among their striving, Their gold, their lust, their drink, Shall men find time for dreaming Or any space to think?
5125	Hast thou not sons for every adult year?
5125	Heart of mine, dost thou find it good This wide red road by the winds caressed?
5125	How could I know That thou wouldst go To sleep so far from me?
5125	How could I know That thou wouldst go, Oh, Lallji, my desire?
5125	How could I know That thou wouldst go, Oh, Lallji, my desire?
5125	How could I know Thou lovedst me so?
5125	I fain would send my thanks to you,( Though who am I, to give you praise?)
5125	I loved thee, ay, loved-- for a season, but thou, was it love or desire, The glow of the Sun in his glory, or only the heat of a fire?
5125	I may misjudge thee, but who can tell?
5125	I might have killed her?
5125	Is it all that Thy delicate fancy wrought?
5125	Is it?
5125	Life unkind?
5125	Love was cruel?
5125	Maybe your share Lay in the hour you laughed and kissed; Who knows but what your son shall wear The laurels that his father missed?
5125	Nay, why should I say"Forgive"to Thee?
5125	Oh, lord my king, Ah, why hast thy heart devised this thing?
5125	Or the fire that it kindles at midnight, beneath the soft glow of thy kiss?
5125	Perchance I do not value Things Western as I ought, The trains,--that take us, whither?
5125	See where the low spit cuts the water, What is that misty wavering light?
5125	Still,--it will profit little; I discern Thou art of those whose love will prove their curse,--Thou sayest thou lovest me, to thy delight?
5125	That the sons of a man who is like to me could ever find rest or peace?
5125	The First Wife Ah, my lord, are the tidings true, That thy mother''s jewels are shapen anew?
5125	The Lament of Yasmini, the Dancing- Girl Ah, what hast thou done with that Lover of mine?
5125	The Lover who only cared for thee?
5125	The Tom- toms Dost thou hear the tom- toms throbbing, Like a lonely lover sobbing For the beauty that is robbing him of all his life''s delight?
5125	The ships,--that reach, what port?
5125	These tom- toms, fretting the peace of night?
5125	Thine am I, Prince, and only thine, What is there more so say?
5125	This lone Parao, where the fireflies light?
5125	Thy wife awaits her coming child; What were a child to me, If I might take thee in these arms And face the flames with thee?
5125	What has sorrow to do with thee?
5125	What is the fragrance in thy tresses?
5125	What land was his dwelling whose fancy first gave unto Paradise birth?
5125	What reck I now my morning life was lonely?
5125	What then?
5125	When shall the traveller''s march be over, When shall his wandering cease?
5125	When the years have gone by and departed, what thought shall I keep of this land?
5125	Where shouldst thou lead them but to victory?
5125	Who said that Beauty was ever a gentle joy?
5125	Who, if she waver a moment, shall blame her?
5125	Why does he want to live?
5125	Why is Love such a sorrowful thing?
5125	Wings Was it worth while to forego our wings To gain these dextrous hands?
5125	Wouldst thou have love?
5125	Wouldst thou make war?
5125	Wouldst thou not feel at once a feigned caress?
5125	Written in Cananore I Who was it held that Love was soothing or sweet?
5125	You played and lost the game?
5125	You seek for honour, friendship, truth?
5125	Your work was waste?
5125	a flower received from thy hand?
5125	and how shalt thou scourge a God?
4009	''How did I feel?''
4009	''Point de culte sans mystere,''you say,''And what if that should die away?''
4009	''_ Why_,_ having won her_,_ do I woo_?''
4009	A five years''wife, and not yet fair?
4009	And are we not forbid to grieve As without hope?
4009	And did you think, when you so cried and smiled, How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake, And of those words your full avengers make?
4009	And what this sigh, That each one heaves for Earth''s last lowlihead And the Heaven high Ineffably lock''d in dateless bridal- bed?
4009	And, ah, how find the tender word To tell aright of love that glows The fairer for the fading rose?
4009	Are all, then, mad, or is it prophecy?
4009	Are we not''heirs,''as man and wife,''Together of eternal life?''
4009	Are''Honourable and undefiled''The names of aught from heaven exiled?
4009	At infinite distance she''s my day: What then to him?
4009	But who can long a low toil mend By looking to a lofty end?
4009	But, if love always lit our path, Where were the trial of our faith?
4009	Can This holy, sweet proportion die Into a dull equality?
4009	Could it be else?
4009	Could not you, Without his knowing that I knew, Ask him to scold me now and then?
4009	Dear?''
4009	Did I not think the plan was good?
4009	Did not his jealousy Show-- Good my God, and can it be That I, a modest fool, all blest, Nothing of such a heaven guess''d?
4009	Do I Here utter aught too dark or high?
4009	Does narrowness its praise abate?
4009	Drop from the bright and virtuous sphere In which I''m held but while she''s dear?
4009	For all?
4009	For daily life''s dull, senseless mood, Slay the fine nerves of gratitude And sweet allegiance, which I owe Whether the debt be weal or woe?
4009	For what''s base but content to grow With less good than the best we know?
4009	Frederick, you see how false that is, Or how could I have written this?
4009	Had I, she ask''d me, heard her name?
4009	Has all not been before?
4009	Have you not seen a bird''s beak slay Proud Psyche, on a summer''s day?
4009	Have you not seen shop- painters paste Their gold in sheets, then rub to waste Full half, and, lo, you read the name?
4009	How can Aught to itself seem thus enough, When I have so much need thereof?
4009	How praise the years and gravity That make each favour seem to be A lovelier weakness for her lord?
4009	How read from such a homely page In the ear of this unhomely age?
4009	How sing of such things save to her, Love''s self, so love''s interpreter?
4009	How sing of such things, save to her, Love''s self, so love''s interpreter?
4009	How tell the crowd, whom a passion rends, That love grows mild as it ascends?
4009	How, when, and where can mine succeed?
4009	I chose a path unblest by these; When one of the two Goddesses, With my Wife''s voice, but softer, said,''Will you not walk with us, dear Fred?''
4009	If it be thus; if you have known,( As who has not?)
4009	If you say, Am I contented?
4009	In battle or peace, in calm or storm, Should I my daily task perform, Better a thousand times for love, Who should my secret soul reprove?
4009	Is not life all, henceforward, so?''
4009	Mother, what need to warn me so?
4009	My Child, remember, you have twice Heartily loved; then why not thrice, Or ten times?
4009	Ne''er came before, ah, when again Shall come two days like these: Such quick delight within the brain, Within the heart such peace?
4009	Of frailty which can weight the arm To lean with thrice its girlish charm?
4009	Of grace which, like this autumn day, Is not the sad one of decay, Yet one whose pale brow pondereth The far- off majesty of death?
4009	On starfish and on weeds alone You seem''d intent to be: Flash''d those great gleams of hope unknown From you, or from the sea?
4009	Portend they nothing?
4009	Shall the humble preference offend In Heaven, which God did there commend?
4009	The speech to the scoffing Sadducee Is not in point to you and me; For how could Christ have taught such clods That Caesar''s things are also God''s?
4009	Then was that nought, That trance of joy beyond all thought, The vision, in one, of womanhood?
4009	To die, Is it love''s disintegrity?
4009	Was Paradise e''er meant to fade, To make which marriage first was made?
4009	Was not that kind?
4009	We d me?
4009	We paced the sunny platform, while The train at Havant changed: What made the people kindly smile, Or stare with looks estranged?
4009	What ask''d I but this?
4009	What could she do?
4009	What did I think of putting John To school and college?
4009	What hope, Daunting with its audacious scope The disconcerted heart, affects These ceremonies and respects?
4009	What other should we say?
4009	What reason for these sighs?
4009	What shall I dread?
4009	What though the inaugural hour of right Comes ever with a keen delight?
4009	What, if, in heaven, the name be o''er, Because the thing is so much more?
4009	What_ will_ Honoria say?
4009	Whither may love, so fledged, not fly?
4009	Who else shall discommend her choice, I giving it my hearty voice?
4009	Who is this Fair Whom each hath seen, The darkest once in this bewailed dell, Be he not destin''d for the glooms of hell?
4009	Whom each hath seen And known, with sharp remorse and sweet, as Queen And tear- glad Mistress of his hopes of bliss, Too fair for man to kiss?
4009	Why in the past alone rejoice, Whilst here was wealth before me cast Which, I could feel, if''twere but past Were then most precious?
4009	Why stratagems in everything?
4009	Why, why not kiss her in the ring?
4009	Will God undo Our bond, which is all others too?
4009	Would we come, And make ourselves, she ask''d, at home, Next month, at High- Hurst?
4009	Yet how?
4009	_ I_ love Miss Churchill?
4009	and, when some short months are o''er, Be not much other than before?
26398	Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe,I cry,"Full and fair ones-- come and buy;"If so be you ask me where They do grow?
26398	Shepherd, what''s love? 26398 Yet what is love?
26398	Yet, shepherd, what is love, I pray?
26398	Yet, what is love? 26398 ''Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? 26398 ( 1563?-1626?). 26398 ( 1597-?). 26398 ... Barnaby Googe(?). 26398 57. Who is Sylvia? 26398 Alas, and is there no remedy? 26398 And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart: And wilt thou leave me thus? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among: And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus? 26398 And wilt thou leave me thus? 26398 Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be? 26398 Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle- dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? 26398 Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of Best; If she seem not such to me, What care I how good she be? 26398 But have I thus lost it wilfully? 26398 But thou thy freedom did recall, That if thou might elsewhere inthral; And then how could I but disdain A captive''s captive to remain? 26398 Did Helen''s breast, though ne''er so soft, Do Greece or Ilium any good? 26398 Dorinda 117 Robert Gould(-1709?). 26398 Doth she call the faith of men In question? 26398 Doth she chide thee? 26398 Doth she cross thy suit withNo"?
26398	Doth she pout and leave the room?
26398	How long like the turtle- dove, Shall I heartily thus complain?
26398	How long shall I pine for love?
26398	How long shall I pine for love?
26398	How long shall I sue in vain?
26398	I Lov''d thee once, I''ll love no more, Thine be the grief as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wert before, What reason I should be the same?
26398	I asked you leave, you bade me love; Is''t now a time to chide me?
26398	I live and love( what would you more?)
26398	I pr''ythee send me back my heart, Since I can not have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine?
26398	I that loved, and you that liked, Shall we begin to wrangle?
26398	If on me Zelinda frown, Madness''tis in me to grieve: Since her will is not her own, Why should I uneasy live?
26398	If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be?
26398	If so it be one place both hearts contain, For what do they complain?
26398	If the mine be grown so free, What care I how rich it be?
26398	Is she kind as she is fair?
26398	Is she sick?
26398	Is she silent, is she mute?
26398	It was from cheeks that shame the rose, From lips that spoil the ruby''s praise, From eyes that mock the diamond''s blaze: Whence comes my woe?
26398	Love''s wantonness 31 Rosaline 32 Thomas Watson( 1557?-1592?).
26398	My sweet sweeting 5 George Turberville( 1540?-1610?).
26398	Now thou hast loved me one whole day, To- morrow, when thou leav''st, what wilt thou say?
26398	O Love, has she done this to thee?
26398	Or her merit''s value known, Make me quite forget mine own?
26398	Or my cheeks make pale with care,''Cause another''s rosy are?
26398	Or say, that now We are not just those persons which we were?
26398	Or, as true deaths true marriages untie, So lovers''contracts, images of those, Bind but till Sleep, Death''s image, them unloose?
26398	Or, that oaths made in reverential fear Of Love and his wrath any may forswear?
26398	Or, your own end to justify For having purposed change and falsehood, you Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
26398	Prithee, why so mute?
26398	Prithee, why so mute?
26398	Prithee, why so pale?
26398	Prithee, why so pale?
26398	SHALL I COME, SWEET LOVE?
26398	SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?
26398	Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee When the evening beams are set?
26398	Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?
26398	Shall I not excluded be, Will you find no feigned let?
26398	Shall I, wasting in despair 85 Thomas Carew( 1598?-1639?).
26398	Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman''s fair?
26398	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
26398	Shall my foolish heart be pined''Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well- disposèd nature Joinèd with a lovely feature?
26398	Shall the grists of my hope be unground?
26398	Shall the sails of my heart stand still?
26398	Shepherd, what''s love?
26398	TELL ME, WHAT IS LOVE?
26398	Tell me more yet, can they grieve?
26398	Tell me more, are women true?
26398	Tell me, dearest, what is love?
26398	Tell me, dearest, what is love?
26398	The May Queen 34 Nicholas Breton( 1545?-1626?).
26398	The shepherd''s commendation of his nymph 9 A renunciation 11 Barnaby Googe(?)
26398	Think what with them they would do Who without them dare to woo: And unless that mind I see, What care I tho''great she be?
26398	Thought of whom keeps sin away?
26398	To Phyllis, the fair shepherdess 16 George Peele( 1558?-1596- 1597?).
26398	To roses in Castara''s breast 103 John Danyel( 1604?-1625?).
26398	Transplanted thus how bright ye grow, How rich a perfume do ye yield?
26398	WHO IS SILVIA?
26398	Weep, neighbours, weep; do you not hear it said That Love is dead?
26398	What courtesy can Love do more, Than to join hearts that parted were before?
26398	What is she, That all our swains commend her?
26398	What shepherd can express The favour of her face To whom, in this distress, I do appeal for grace?
26398	What should we talk of dainties, then, Of better meat than''s fit for men?
26398	Whence comes my love?
26398	Whence comes my love?
26398	Who can tell what thief or foe, In the covert of the night, For his prey will work my woe, Or through wicked foul despite?
26398	Who is Silvia?
26398	Who is Silvia?
26398	Who now will pay us sacrifice?
26398	Why should two hearts in one breast lie, And yet not lodge together?
26398	Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
26398	Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
26398	Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
26398	Why so?
26398	Why so?
26398	Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek,-- Yet not a heart to save my pain?
26398	Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
26398	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t?
26398	Wilt thou then ante- date some new- made vow?
26398	become of me?
26398	where is thy sympathy, If thus our breasts you sever?