Lovely Alpheus Joves crown-bearing tide

Lovely Alpheus Joves crown-bearing tide,
Who muddy, through Pisaean fields, dost glide;
Gentle at first, till thou the sea attain,
Then swiftly fal'st into the boundlesse Main,
And like a Bridegroom, eager of the chace,
Break'st through to Arethusas cool imbrace:
Whom tir'd, and panting, kindly she receives,
Wipes off thy foam, and the seas briny leaves;
Applies her dewy lips to thine, and rocks thee
Asleep, whilst in her arms she sweetly locks thee.

Elegy, An: “Love, give me leave to serve thee, and be wise”

Love, give me leave to serve thee, and be wise
To keepe thy torch in, but restore blind eyes.
I will a flame into my bosome take,
That Martyrs Court when they embrace the stake:
Not dull, and smoakie fires, but heat divine,
That burnes not to consume, but to refine.
I have a Mistresse for perfections rare
In every eye, but in my thoughts most faire.
Like Tapers on the Altar shine her eyes;
Her breath is the perfume of Sacrifice.
And wheresoe're my fancy would begin,
Still her perfection lets religion in.

Love Divine, All Loves Excelling

Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find the promised rest;
Take away the love of sinning,
Alpha and Omega be,
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Love Came Back at Fall o' Dew

Love came back at fall o' dew,
— Playing his old part;
But I had a word or two,
— That would break his heart.

" He who comes at candlelight,
— That should come before,
Must betake him to the night
— From a barred door. "

This the word that made us part
— In the fall o' dew;
This the word that brake his heart —
— Yet it brake mine, too!

Song

Love , by that loosened hair
Well now I know
Where the lost Lilith went
So long ago.

Love, by those starry eyes
I understand
How the sea maidens lure
Mortals from land.

Love, by that welling laugh
Joy claims his own
Sea-born and wind-wayward
Child of the sun.

Epigram

Love brought me quietly in the dreaming night
A softly laughing boy of just eighteen.
I pressed him to me and I hugged despair.
Memory burns me
And my eyes still see what they saw.
Ill-starred lover,
You must forget the warmth of beauty
Even in your dreams.

Love's Horoscope

Love, brave Vertues younger Brother,
Erst hath made my Heart a Mother,
Shee consults the conscious Spheares,
To calculate her young sons yeares.
Shee askes if sad, or saving powers,
Gave Omen to his infant howers,
Shee asks each starre that then stood by,
If poore Love shall live or dy.

Ah my Heart, is that the way?
Are these the Beames that rule thy Day?
Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke,
Beauty layes ope Loves Fortune-booke;
On whose faire revolutions wait
The obsequious motions of Loves fate;

Lordings, Listen to Our Lay

Lordings , listen to our lay —
We have come from far away
To seek Christmas;
In this mansion we are told
He his yearly feast doth hold;
'Tis to-day!
May joy come from God above,
To all those who Christmas love.

Lordings, I now tell you true,
Christmas bringeth unto you
Only mirth;
His house he fills with many a dish
Of bread and meat and also fish,
To grace the day.
May joy come from God above,
To all those who Christmas love.

Lordings, through our army's band

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi for Peace

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Lord, I Want to Be a Christian

1. Lord, I want to be a Christian,
2. Lord, I want to be more loving,
3. Lord, I want to be more holy, In a my heart, in a my
4. I don't want to be like Judas,
5. But I want to be like Jesus,
heart; Lord, I want to be a Christian, In a my
In a my heart, In a my heart
heart. In a my heart, In a my
heart, Lord, I want to be a Christian, In a my heart.

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