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To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In A Song Madam A. L.
Richard Lovelace
This is the prittiest motion: Madam, th' alarums of a drumme That cals your lord, set to your cries, To mine are sacred symphonies. What, though...Rate it:

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Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
Edmund Spenser
loue I soong, VVhich to the shiny Mulla he did beare, And yet doth beare, and euer will, so long AsRate it:

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I would and I would not
Sir Edward Dyer
his face; My state, if hope the palme shoulde beare Unto my happ woulde be disgrace. As diamond inRate it:

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The Shepheardes Calender: April
Edmund Spenser
meriment, He wylfully hath broke, and doth forbeare His wonted songs, wherein he all outwent.Rate it:

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The Shepheardes Calender: September
Edmund Spenser
smart. Eche thing imparted is more eath to beare: When the rayne is faln, the cloudes wexen clearRate it:

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A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada
William Strode
chauntresse of the wood, Either from thee Ile beare the prize away, Or vanquisht break my lute withRate it:

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Sonnet LVII
Edmund Spenser
endure to sue, ne your incessant battry more to beare: So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appearRate it:

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In Praise of the Hemp-Seed
John Taylor
sisters Nine, The Atlas, that all histories doth beare Throughout the world, here, there, and everyRate it:

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A Ditty
Edmund Spenser
Bene they not Bay braunches which they do beare, All for Elisa in her hand to weare? So sweetRate it:

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A Chaucerian Paraphrase of Horace
Eugene Field
it ben faire to give up your moder For to beare swete company with some oder; Your moder ben well eRate it:

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A Paraphrase, By Chaucer
Eugene Field
it ben faire to give up your moder For to beare swete company with some oder; Your moder ben well eRate it:

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A Ring Presented to Julia
Robert Herrick
Or be so strait to choak. So we, who beare, The beame, must reare Our selves to such a height:Rate it:

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A Song On The Baths
William Strode
pens from Bladud's wing For legging those that beare us. Why should Physitians thither fly Where Rate it:

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An Antheme
William Strode
in the hight and deeper strayne; Come beare your parts with one accord, Which you in Heaven may sinRate it:

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Consolatorium, Ad Parentes
William Strode
for tis farre Nobler to gett a Saint, and beare A childe to Heaven than an Heyre To a large Empire.Rate it:

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Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War
John Donne
Only we know, that which all Ideots say, They beare most blows which come to part the fray. FranRate it:

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In Commendation Of Musick
William Strode
at every touch wee feele Our pulses beate and beare a part; When thredds can make A hartstring shRate it:

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Mediaeval eventide song
Eugene Field
about ye lamb that croodleth at his play, And beare him to ye garden that bloometh farre awaye. I Rate it:

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Oh, Fortune!
Queen Elizabeth I
this present prisonn, whither fate Could beare me, and the joys I quitt. Thou causedest the guiltieRate it:

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On A Gentlewoman's Blistred Lipp
William Strode
face lesse fayre Whose tender silke a mole doth beare? Or will a diamond shine less cleare If in thRate it:

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On The Picture Of Two Dolphins In A Fountayne
William Strode
you may That pure hands you should bring or beare away, For which the bason wants no furniture, EacRate it:

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Princesse Loysa Drawing
Richard Lovelace
Childe! In vaine (said she) You beare that fond artillerie; See heere a pow'r above the slow WeakeRate it:

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Satire I
John Donne
all those: Sooner may one guesse, who shall beare away Th'Infant of London, Heire to'an India: ARate it:

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Sir Lancelot Du Lake
Thomas Percy
he gave backe for wearinesse, And lowe did beare his shield. This soone Sir Lancelot espyde, He leRate it:

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Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen
John Donne
a span, Nay to an inch. Loe, where condemned hee Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by Rate it:

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