She so torments my

She so torments my

She so torments my mind That my strength faileth, And wavers with the wind As a ship saileth. Please her the best I may, She loves still to gainsay; Alack and well-a-day! Phillada flouts me. At the fair yesterday She did pass by me; She look'd another way And would not spy me: I woo'd her for to dine, But could not get her; Will had her to the wine-- He might entreat her.

With Daniel she did dance, On me she look'd askance: O thrice unhappy chance! Phillada flouts me. Fair maid, be not so coy, Do not disdain me! I am my mother's joy: Sweet, entertain me! She'll give me, when she dies, All that is fitting: Her poultry and her bees, And her goose sitting, A pair of mattrass beds, And a bag full of shreds; And yet, for all this guedes, Phillada flouts me! She hath a clout of mine Wrought with blue coventry, Which she keeps for a sign Of my fidelity: But i' faith, if she flinch She shall not wear it; To Tib, my t'other wench, I mean to bear it. And yet it grieves my heart So soon from her to part: Death strike me with his dart! Phillada flouts me.

Thou shalt eat crudded cream All the year lasting, And drink the crystal stream Pleasant in tasting; Whig and whey whilst thou lust, And bramble-berries, Pie-lid and pastry-crust, Pears, plums, and cherries. Thy raiment shall be thin, Made of a weevil's skin-- Yet all 's not worth a pin! Phillada flouts me. In the last month of May I made her posies; I heard her often say That she loved roses.

Such was that happy
When down their bows
For most I know
In a drear nighted
You are a lovely
Mute music soothes my
Home thoughts from the
But look aloft and
O favour d by
Lufe Love ROBERT HENRYSON
594 The Grave of
She so torments my
Mount we unto the
Her gesture motion and
The definition if he
If to these precepts
V Beauty sweet Love
Love calls to war
She said she saw
Angels cannot tell suffice
You grew a lovely
WILLIAM WALSH 1663 1708
527 England 1802 v
636 To Sleep O
The buzzard came with
He came al so
607 Hellas THE world
Now ryse up Elisa
It tells the conqueror
For all must go
JOHN OLDHAM 1653 1683
Ah Who hath reft
With this He vanish
Be she sullen I
18TH CENT 475 Prayer
553 Time Real and
I do confess thou
O sleep my babe
For though the Muses
Though th error of
See brother see how
We are selfish men
CHRISTOPHER SMART 1722 1770
O how I long
197 That Time and
Malignant Fate sat by
What passion cannot Music
Tis but a step
But hark I hear
WILLIAM ALLINGHAM 1824 1889
Who is it that
Tresses that wear Jewels
Come then Sorrow Sweetest
O sair sair did
O then bespake her
Away away for I
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Whate er she meant
The squirrel gloats on
You lived to be
I wish my grave
Com and trip it
We ll gae down
Now understand to Westmoreland
Yet I can claim
But I have drunk
A broken heart lies
What child is the
If any of them
The solemn echo seems
Crowne ye God Bacchus
She comb d its
The youngest stood upon
Quite through the streets
With that I saw
II Art thou pale
Brave prick song Who
How sweet it were
How many times do
391 Love will find
Sing lullaby my little
Look unto mine handes
539 Mutability FROM low
And lives he still
Come it is just
drumlie miry 502 O
If sweetest sounds can
The Lady was wowd
Then said she I
685 Sonnets from the
II I hear the
Tears shall take comfort
E en so we
If Maiden thou wouldst
104 Fawnia AH were
Till having used our
JAMES HOGG 1770 1835
1792 1822 605 Hymn
Oft on a Plat
Deploir ye ladies cleir
In consecrated Earth And
XI Now fades the
His shipmates drop down
My tongue is my
EMILY BRONTE 1818 1848
But thou because thou
And when our chaffering
But each upbore a
But lang lang after
But there are scholars
Or hear st thou
Not in the evening
VII How fares it
489 The Tiger TIGER
Anacreontics 2 The Epicure
Straightway I was ware
My mother taught me
He gowl d at
defarre undo 33 An
No War or Battails
In vain in vain
Then why should we
672 Brahma IF the
Sisterly brotherly Fatherly motherly
Platonick year the perfect
Then a mile of
The Pict no shelter
1788 1846 602 The
Yon rising Moon that
But she breathed of
Your heads must come
JOHN DRYDEN 1631 1700
The spell begins to
My mistress bent that
The secunde braunche sprong
But now I find
Give her strewings but
He I counsel you
Com knit hands and
Sweet month of May
With more than mortal
He s soft and
And there she lulled
There s a passion
But not the praise
And those who husbanded
Her bosom heaved she
O Love who bewailest
If so then cease
Alas on that night
Blessed babe what glorious
Ours is the sky
I wept as I
But the might of
Go tune your voices
No white nor red
Now noon is went
ISOBEL PAGAN 1740 1821
We mourn when licht
Then shalt thou weep
His titty she was
Now fades the glimmering
The Isles of Greece
be that by the
Seven long days and
1709 1784 450 One
261 To Daisies not
Then forth they all
My dearest Friend would
O Son of Man
Take O take those
733 Sorrow COUNT each
Her Passing THE beauty
Hester WHEN maidens such
Syne he has kiss
Therefore to us be
Flowers are lovely Love
Chloris is gone the
So peaceful rests without
syke marsh sheugh trench
SIR HENRY WOTTON 1568
to toune in its
And may at last
Weaving spiders come not
250 To Electra I
O Father of eternal
That Prince come prowdly
They look in every
The stoned steed stampis
320 To Cyriack Skinner
He If that ye
Sweet boy if it
The Bonnie House o
flatter d tossed afloat
I see that makaris
1798 1848 655 The
Let the priest in
I hear you say
The Gordon then his
Go down go down
disteyne bedim y fere
Or did the stern
Bid me to weep
136 Blow blow thou
Spring and Winter ii
With lullaby then wink
PART III There passed
And the music of
On Thracia s hills
Where gat you that
630 Bards of Passion
Threescore summers when they
Alas thought I and
Then make me weep
When flowing cups run
Then awake till rise
O towne of townes
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FRANCIS MAHONY 1805 1866
Thus night oft see
The Musk rose and
CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON
279 A Renunciation WE
And here s a
707 From In Memoriam
Away away from men
IX So careful of
Tis vain to say
But little did the
When she is by
Betere is tholien whyle
767 A Chanted Calendar
The Call MY blood
He cast of which
cleedin clothing JOHN KEBLE
O he s gane
And a good south
Or if chill blustering
The Indian Serenade I
Among the Muses Nine
We climb d on
SIR JOHN SUCKLING 1609
Who are these coming
Why stand ye still

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