John Ford. 1586-1639
235. Dawn
1 min to read 56 words
FLY hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charm'd in sleep! Tho' the eyes be overtaken, Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts chain'd up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares: Love and griefs are so exprest As they rather sigh than rest. Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charm'd in sleep!
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George Wither. 1588-1667
236. I loved a Lass
1 min to read 249 words
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