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Thy leave, My dying song, Yet take, ere grief bereave The breath which I enjoy too long, Tell thou that fair one this: my soul prefers Her love above my life; and that I died her's: And let him be, for evermore, to her remembrance dear, Who loved the very thought of her whilst he remained here. And now farewell! THY LEAVE MY DYING SONG YET TAKE ERE GRIEF BEREAVE THE BREATH WHICH I ENJOY TOO LONG TELL THOU THAT FAIR ONE THIS MY SOUL PREFERS HER LOVE ABOVE MY LIFE AND THAT I DIED HERS AND LET HIM BE FOR EVERMORE TO HER REMEMBRANCE DEAR WHO LOVED THE VERY THOUGHT OF HER WHILST HE REMAINED HERE AND NOW FAREWELL
omboidal Dirge. Ah me! Am I the swain That late from sorrow free Did all the cares on earth disdain? And still untouched, as at some safer games, Played with the burning coals of love, and beauty's flames? Was't I could dive, and sound each passion's secret depth at will? And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise, by help of reason still? And am I now, O heavens! for trying this in vain, So sunk that I shall never rise again? Then let despair set sorrow's string, For strains that doleful be; And I will sing, Ah me! But why, O fatal time, Dost thou constrain that I Should perish in my youth's sweet prime? I, but awhile ago, (you cruel powers!) In spite of fortune, cropped contentment's sweetest flowers, And yet unscornèd, serve a gentle nymph, the fairest she, That ever was beloved of man, or eyes did ever see! Yea, one whose tender heart would rue for my distress; Yet I, poor I! must perish ne'ertheless. And (which much more augments my care) Unmoanèd I must die, And no man e'er Know why. UMBOIDAL DIRGE BY GEORGE WITHER READ FOR LIVERPOXTA ORG BY JAMES LEAN AH ME AM I THE SWAIN THAT LATE FROM SORROW FREE DID ALL THE CARES ON EARTH DISDAIN AND STILL UNTOUCHED AS AT SOME SAFER GAMES PLAYED WITH THE BURNING COALS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY'S FLAMES WHILST I COULD DIVE AND SOUND EACH PASSION'S SECRET DEPTH AT WILL AND FROM THOSE HUGE O'ERWHELMINGS RISE BY HELP OF REASON STILL AM I NOW O HEAVENS FOR TRYING THIS IN VAIN SO SUNK THAT I SHALL NEVER RISE AGAIN AND LET DESPAIRS THAT SORROW STRING FOR STRAINS THAT DOLEFUL BE AND I WILL SING AH ME BUT WHY O FATAL TIME DOST THOU CONSTRAIN THAT I SHALL PERISH IN MY YOUTH'S SWEET PRIME I BUT A WHILE AGO YOU CRUEL POWERS IN SPITE OF FORTUNE CROPT CONTENTMENT SWEET FLOWERS AND YET UNSCORNED SERVE A GENTLE NYMPH THE FAIREST SHE THAT EVER WAS BELOVED OF MAN HER EYES DID EVER SEE YEA ONE WHOSE TENDER HEART WOULD RUE FOR MY DISTRESS YET I FOR I MUST PERISH NE'ERLESS AND WHICH MUCH MORE ARGUMENTS MAY CARE UNMOANED I MUST DIE AND NO MAN E'ER KNOW WHY
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