Aubade , by William Shakespeare
HARK! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
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HARK! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
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Hark! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
A...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,...
WHEN, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,...
I.
When my love swears that she is made of trut...
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
...
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon sh...
I Between two sister moorland rills
There is...
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affect...
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among th...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...
1 All precious things, discover'd late,
To...
"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a ...
This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more...
O thou whose fringè d lids I gaze upon, ...
I LISTEN to the stillness of you,
My dear, a...