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Article TIME'S BOOK. ← Page 2 of 2 Article SONNET. Page 1 of 1
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Time's Book.
As some meek night-piece which day quails . To candle-light unveils ; So by one beamy line From thy bright lamp did shine In the same page thy humble grave , Sot with green herbs , glad hopes aud brave .
Here slept my thought ' s dear mark ! which dust Secure ! to de \ 'our like rust ; But dust , I did observe , By hiding doth preserve : As AA'e for long and sure recruits , Candy with sugar our choice fruits .
0 calm and sacred bed , where lies In death's dark mysteries A beauty far more bright Than the moon ' s cloudless light ; For Avhose dry dust green branches hud , And robes are blcach'd in the Lamb ' s blood .
Sleep , happy ashes ! blessed sleep ! While haplesse I still weep - , Weep that I haA'e outliv'd My life , and unreliev'd Must , soul-lesse shadow ' , so live on , Though life be dead , and my joys gone .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
BY Silt AVAW'KIl ItAIiEian " . SAveet violets , Love ' s paradise , that spread Your gracious odours , which you couched bear Within your palie faces , Upon the gentle iving of some calm-breathing wind ,
That plays amidst the plain ; If hy the favour of propitious stars you gain Such grace as in my lady ' s bosom place to find , Be ' proud to touch those places ! And AA'hen her warmth your moisture forth doth wear , Whereby her dainty parts are siveetly fed ; Your honours ofthe flow ' ry mead I pray , You pretty daughters of the earth and suu , With mild ancl siveetly breathing straight display My bitter sighs that have my heart undone .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Time's Book.
As some meek night-piece which day quails . To candle-light unveils ; So by one beamy line From thy bright lamp did shine In the same page thy humble grave , Sot with green herbs , glad hopes aud brave .
Here slept my thought ' s dear mark ! which dust Secure ! to de \ 'our like rust ; But dust , I did observe , By hiding doth preserve : As AA'e for long and sure recruits , Candy with sugar our choice fruits .
0 calm and sacred bed , where lies In death's dark mysteries A beauty far more bright Than the moon ' s cloudless light ; For Avhose dry dust green branches hud , And robes are blcach'd in the Lamb ' s blood .
Sleep , happy ashes ! blessed sleep ! While haplesse I still weep - , Weep that I haA'e outliv'd My life , and unreliev'd Must , soul-lesse shadow ' , so live on , Though life be dead , and my joys gone .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
BY Silt AVAW'KIl ItAIiEian " . SAveet violets , Love ' s paradise , that spread Your gracious odours , which you couched bear Within your palie faces , Upon the gentle iving of some calm-breathing wind ,
That plays amidst the plain ; If hy the favour of propitious stars you gain Such grace as in my lady ' s bosom place to find , Be ' proud to touch those places ! And AA'hen her warmth your moisture forth doth wear , Whereby her dainty parts are siveetly fed ; Your honours ofthe flow ' ry mead I pray , You pretty daughters of the earth and suu , With mild ancl siveetly breathing straight display My bitter sighs that have my heart undone .