...Lute" — is very sweet. It was probably written after the death of the lady to whom he was betrothed ; My lute be as thou wert when thou didst grow, With...harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to join the spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes...

...widow'd turtle still her loss complain. For this lugubrious coloring he accounts by the absence of " that dear voice," which did thy sounds approve : Which...flow, Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above. Milton is the last great name of the elder bards we shall presume to invoke. He is the second sonnet...

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...list, this all cannot me move But that (oh me !) I both must write and love. My lute, be as thou wast, when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, Where immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds on thee their ramage did bestow. Sith that dear...

...Then go and tell from Cades unto Ind You »aw where Earth's perfections were coiifin'd. To hit Lute. melodious voices, bid welcome to the cheerful spring,...warble forth such ditties as no art or instrument * Milton line copied (Mi Image In hie Lycidns — • Inurnught with figures dim. und on the edge Like...

...Then go and tell from Gades unto Ind You saw where Earth's perfections were confln'd. TO HIS LUTE. My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With...immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage2 did on thee bestow. Since that dear voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such...

...Then go and tell from Gades unto Ind Yon saw where Earth's perfections were confin'd. TO HIS LUTE. My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With- thy green mother in some shady grove, When immclodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage2 did on thee bestow. Since that dear voice...

...those How'rs, Shall once, aye me, not spare that sprmg of yours. My lute, be as thou wert when thou did grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When...birds their ramage did on thee bestow. Since that deare voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious straines to flow, Is reft from...

...lute, be ns thou wert when thou did grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When irnmelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did...harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to tune the spheres above, What art thou buta harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing not« be pleasing notes no more,...

...when thou did grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immeludious winds but made theo move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow. Since...harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to time the spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes...