Treasure Island

Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

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  • Razan Tamimi (9/7/2013 2:53:00 AM)

    (Does any body can help me in this poem? it is for Samuel Daniel :)
    O blessed letters,1 that combine in one
    All ages past, and make one live with all;
    By you we do confer with who are gone,
    And the dead-living unto counsel call;
    By you the unborn shall have communion
    Of what we feel, and what doth us befall.
    Soul of the world, Knowledge, without thee,
    What hath the earth that truly glorious is?
    Why should our pride make such a stir to be,
    To be forgot? What good is like to this,
    To do worthy the writing, and to write
    Worthy the reading, and the world’s delight?

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  • Razan Tamimi (9/7/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    O blessed letters,1 that combine in one
    All ages past, and make one live with all;
    By you we do confer with who are gone,
    And the dead-living unto counsel call;
    By you the unborn shall have communion
    Of what we feel, and what doth us befall.
    Soul of the world, Knowledge, without thee,
    What hath the earth that truly glorious is?
    Why should our pride make such a stir to be,
    To be forgot? What good is like to this,
    To do worthy the writing, and to write
    Worthy the reading, and the world’s delight?


    Does any body can help me in this poem? it is for Samuel Daniel :)

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Sonnet X: O Then I Love

O then I love and draw this weary breath,
For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow
I written find the sentence of my death
In unkind letters, wrought she cares not how.
O thou that rul'st the confines of the night,
Laughter-loving Goddess, worldly pleasures' Queen,
Intenerate that heart that sets so light
The truest love that ever yet was seen.
And cause her leave to triumph in this wise

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