Poems with rhymes of spied

They wept--and, turning homeward, cried,
"In heaven we all shall meet;"
--When in the snow the mother spied

And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,

The glasses large and wide;
And looking round, as I suppose,
The snuff-box too she spied:

His floating corpse she spied;
Then like a lily drooping,
She bow'd her head and died.

He drew the curtain at his side,
And forth he peep'd, but nothing spied;

The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;

And I spied
How beside

Since no distinguished man has died,
And since the Fates, relenting, send
No great catastrophe, he's spied

Alas! Elisha's servant cried,
When he the Syrian army spied,

Where that shelving rock is spied,
There, with a smooth warbling slide,

He swears at home to bide,
Until, pursued with laughter
Or fled as soon as spied,

Dear are the flowers then, in their green haunts spied,
Glist ning with dew: pleasant at noon the side

And think their earnest looks to hide;
Now, in themselves, they cannot spy
That they or this in me have spied.

Of early primrose yet if timely spied
Shelterd some old half rotten stump beside

And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,

Let not each beauty ev'rywhere be spied,
Where half the skill is decently to hide.

Where from a hollow rock he spied
The shepherds drest in flowery pride.

The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;

And with such care his busy work he plied,
That to naught else his acting thoughts he bent:
In young Rinaldo fierce desires he spied,

A loud perfume, which at my entrance cried
Even at thy father's nose, so were we spied;