Thomas Carew

Thomas Carew

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

Lips And Eyes

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IN Celia's face a question did arise,
Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes
“ We,” said the eyes, “send forth those pointed darts Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts
” “ From us,” repli'd the lips, “proceed those blisse...
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To A L Persuasions To Love

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NK not, 'cause men flattering
You're fresh as April, sweet as May,
Bright as is the morning star,
That you are so ; or, though you are,
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Murdering Beauty

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I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place ;
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns
I’ll love no more those cruel eyes of hers,
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To Ben Jonson Upon Occasion Of His Ode Of Defiance Annexed

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'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride and empty scribbling due; It can nor judge, nor write, and yet 'tis true Thy comic muse, from the exalted line Touch'd by thy Alchemist, do...
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The Spring

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Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth, And makes it tender; gives ...
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Know Celia Since Thou Art So Proud

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Know,
Celia, since thou art so proud,'Twas I that gave thee thy renown
Thou hadst in the forgotten
Of common beauties lived
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Epitaph For Maria Wentworth

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And here the precious dust is laid;
Whose purely-tempe r'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd
Else the soul grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shell of sin,
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