Poems with rhymes of bring

As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

And homeward she did bring
Within her lawny continent,
The treasure of the Spring.

I had, I think, as fair a spring;
July let equal fortune bring;

And his Emerald Swing—
Dower itself—for Bobadilo—
Better—Could I bring?

And so soon as the Spring
Flowers shall bring?

No news of your false spring
To my heart’s winter bring,

And swing, and sway, and swing!
Ah me, what bliss like unto this,
Can days and daylight bring?

The bee goes out, and honey home doth bring,
And some who seek that honey find a sting.

Are left upon life's soil'd and naked string,--
And this is all what time will ever bring.

First wash thy heart in innocence; then bring
Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing.

Accept this sacrifice we bring,
Thou continual youth and spring;

See what brave trophies still we bring
From all our battles for the king;

His words like a storm-wind can bring
Terror and beauty on their wing;

What doth it bring
On the wide, soft plume of its dewy wing?

For after all the proofs you bring,
We Tories know there's no such thing.

Soon, soon the days conviction bring.
The collie hair, the collie swing,

Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing
Joys that the vineyard and the stillhouse bring;

The Fifth-day, joyful tidings ring:
"The morrow shall your freedom bring!"

Farewell-gifts, then, hither bring,
Sound the death-note sad!
Bury with him everything