Hero and Leander: A Poem

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xxxiv ÆäÀÌÁö - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
lxxiii ÆäÀÌÁö - Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
xxxv ÆäÀÌÁö - O, no end is limited to damned souls! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras
xxxiv ÆäÀÌÁö - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be...
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms.
xxxv ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
lxxiii ÆäÀÌÁö - And, as she spake those words, came somewhat near him. He started up ; she blushed as one ashamed ; Wherewith Leander much more was inflamed. He touched her hand; in touching it she trembled: Love deeply grounded hardly is dissembled. These lovers parled by the touch of hands : True love is mute, and oft amazed stands. Thus while dumb signs their yielding hearts entangled, The air with sparks of living fire was spangled ; And night...
xxxv ÆäÀÌÁö - Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers, His secret flame apparently was seen. Leander's father knew where he had been And for the same mildly rebuked his son, Thinking to quench the sparkles new begun.
lxxiii ÆäÀÌÁö - When misers keep it; being put to loan, In time it will return us two for one. Rich robes themselves and others do adorn; Neither themselves nor others, if not worn. Who builds a palace and rams up the gate, Shall see it ruinous and desolate.

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