Poems with rhymes of sworn

Cupid hath sworn
His bow forlorn

One might evolve from that! I scorn
To mock the spot where he was sworn.

Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn,
How sharp an anguish even at the best,
When all's requited and the future sworn,

The young green leaflet's harrier, sworn
To strew the garden, strip the shaws,
And show our Spring with banner torn.

Her visage, too, was stained and worn
And menacing and grim;
His sweet and mild-you would have sworn

And solemnly sworn
To avenge her flag, by the traitors torn,

If you sow ill you will reap ill, to your misery and scorn;
In your generation wiser, know that vows of priest and kaiser
Only supple cheats and lies are, to be broken swift as sworn.

If it be so that thou hast sworn
That none shall look on thee,
Yet let me know thou dost not scorn

"On Monday night I could have sworn
That maintop-stay it should adorn,

Yes! even I was in Arcadia born,
And, in mine infant ears,
A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;-

On the glassy billows borne,
All cried: 'Why, where is Mehitable Moore?
I saw her go in, I'll be sworn!'

As of the sect of which that he was born.
He kept his law to which he was y-sworn,

And, as for myself, who've like Hannibal, sworn
To hate the whole crew who would take our rents from us,
Had England but One to stand by thee, Dear Corn,

'I read you by your bugle horn
And by your palfrey good,
I read you for a Ranger sworn

Though time the graceful form has worn
To which fidelity was sworn:

May he be scorn'd by one, whom all else scorn,
Forswear to others, what to her he hath sworn,

And the young soldier duly sworn,
With true and fearless mind
To serve the Virgin-born.

Thank God we can see, in the glory of morn,
The invincible flag that our fathers defended;
And our hearts can repeat what the heroes have sworn,

The witnesses were called and sworn.
The tales they told made angels mourn,

'Your oath on the four gospels sworn?
What oath can bind resolves unborn?