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O come, O come, Emmanuel

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, thou Lord of might,
Who to thy tribes on Sinai's height,
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.

O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
From depths of hell thy people save,
And give them vict'ry o'er the grave.

O come, thou Dayspring from on high

Funeral Elegy on the Death of His Very Good Friend, Mr. Michael Drayton

Phoebus, art thou a God, and canst not give
A Priviledge unto thine own to live?
Thou canst: But if that Poets ne'er should dye,
In Heaven who should praise thy Deity?
Else still (my Drayton) thou hadst liv'd and writ;
Thy life had been immortal as thy wit.
But Spenser is grown hoarse, he that of late
Sung Gloriana in her Elfin state:
And so is Sydney, whom we yet admire
Lighting our little Torches at his fire.
These have so long before Apollo's Throne
Caroll'd Encomiums, that they now are growne

To Phillis

Phillis , why should we delay
Pleasures shorter than the day?
Could we (which we never can)
Stretch our lives beyond their span;
Beauty like a shadow flies,
And our youth before us dies;
Or would youth and beauty stay,
Love hath wings, and will away.
Love hath swifter wings than Time;
Change in love to Heaven does clime.
Gods that never change their state,
Vary oft their love and hate.
  Phillis , to this truth we owe,
All the love betwixt us two:
Let not you and I require
What has been our past desire;

Phillis and Corydon

P HILLIS took a red rose from the tangles of her hair, —
Time, the Golden Age; the place, Arcadia, anywhere, —

Phillis laughed, the saucy jade: " Sir Shepherd, wilt have this,
Or " — Bashful god of skipping lambs and oaten reeds! — " a kiss? "

Bethink thee, gentle Corydon! A rose lasts all night long,
A kiss but slips from off your lips like a thrush's evening song.

A kiss that goes, where no one knows! A rose, a crimson rose!
Corydon made his choice and took — Well, which do you suppose?

Song

Phillis , be gentler I advice,
Make up for time mispent,
When Beauty , on its Death-Bed lyes,
'Tis high time to repent.

Such is the Malice of your Fate ,
That makes you old so soon,
Your pleasure ever comes too late,
How early e're begun.

Think what a wretched thing is she,
Whose Stars , contrive in spight,
The Morning of her love shou'd be,
Her fading Beauties Night .

O splendour of God's glory bright

O splendour of God's glory bright,
O thou that bringest light from light,
O Light of light, light's living spring,
O Day, all days illumining,

O thou true Sun, on us thy glance
Let fall in royal radiance,
The Spirit's sanctifying beam
Upon our earthly senses stream.

The Father, too, our prayers implore,
Father of glory evermore;
The Father of all grace and might,
To banish sin from our delight:

To guide whate'er we nobly do,
With love all envy to subdue,
To make ill-fortune turn to fair,

The Seafarer

Full little he thinks who has life's joy
and dwells in cities and has few disasters,
proud and wine-flushed, how I, weary often,
must bide my time on the brimming stream.
Night-shades darken, it snows from the north,
frost binds the ground, hail falls on the earth,
the coldest corn. For this my heart-thoughts
are knocking now, for I must set out
on the high streams, the rolling salt-waves.
Hour by hour my heart's lust urges
my spirit to go forth, that far from here
I may seek a land of strange people.

The Pumpkin-Eater

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had another, and didn't love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.