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«Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be;Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.A heart as soft, a heart as kind,A heart as sound and freeAs in the whole world thou canst find,That heart I'll give to thee.Bid that heart stay, and it will stayTo honour thy decree;Or bid it languish quite away,And't shall do so for thee.Bid me to weep, and I will weep,While I have eyes to see;And having none, yet I will keepA heart to weep for thee.Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en death, to die for thee.--Thou art my life, my love, my heart,The very eyes of me;And hast command of every part,To live and die for thee.»
Author: Robert Herrick | About: Love | Keywords: cypresses, Protestants
«He heweth him down cedars, and taketh the cypress and the oak, which he strengtheneth for himself among the trees of the forest: he planteth an ash, and the rain doth nourish it.»
Author: Bible | Keywords: ash, cedars, cypress, cypresses, nourish, oak tree
«It is only when the cold season comes that we know the pine and cypress to be evergreens»
«Is it the secret of the long-nosed Etruscans?/ The long-nosed, sensitive footed, subtly-smiling Etruscans, / Who made so little noise outside the cypress groves?»
«Along the avenue of cypresses, / All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices / Of linen, go the chanting choristers, / The priests in gold and black, the villagers.»
«Come away, come away, death,And in sad cypress let me be laid.»