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WORKS OF DR THOMAS CAMPION Thomas 1567-1620 Campion,A. H. (Arthur Henry) 1857-1920 Bullen Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
WORKS OF DR THOMAS CAMPION Thomas 1567-1620 Campion,A. H. (Arthur Henry) 1857-1920 Bullen Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 9 - Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow ! Follow her whose light thy light depriveth ; Though here thou livest disgraced, And she in heaven is placed, Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth ! Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth, That so have scorched thee, As thou still black must be, Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. Follow her ! while yet her glory shineth : There comes a luckless night, That will dim all her light ; And this the black unhappy shade divineth.
Side 11 - Ev'n with her sighs the strings do break. And as her lute doth live or die, Led by her passion, so must I: For when of pleasure she doth sing, My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring, But if she doth of sorrow speak, Ev'n from my heart the strings do break.
Side 20 - THE man of life upright, Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds, Or thought of vanity; The man whose silent days In harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude Nor sorrow discontent: That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence. He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies. Thus scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, He makes the...
Side 117 - cherry-ripe ' themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds filled with snow. Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy, Till ' cherry-ripe
Side 62 - And care, to pay their yearly rent. Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; She can wreaths and tutties make, And trim with plums a bridal cake.
Side 254 - Rose-cheeked Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flow From concent divinely framed; Heaven is music, and thy beauty's Birth is heavenly. These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them; Only beauty purely loving Knows no discord; But still moves delight, Like clear springs renewed by flowing, Ever perfect, ever in themselves eternal.
Side 106 - Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me ! For who a sleeping lion dares provoke ? It shall suffice me here to sit and see Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke : What sight can more content a lover's mind Than beauty seeming harmless, if not kind ? My words have charm'd her, for secure she sleeps, Though guilty much of wrong done to my love ; And in her slumber, see ! she close-eyed weeps : Dreams often more than waking passions move. Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee :...
Side 102 - toss these oaken ashes in the air, -*- Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair ; And thrice three times, tie up this true love's knot ! And murmur soft " She will, or she will not" Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar ; This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave ; That all thy fears and cares, an end may have. Then come, you Fairies, dance with...
Side 93 - KIND are her answers, But her performance keeps no day ; Breaks time, as dancers From their own music when they stray. All her free favours and smooth words, Wing my hopes in vain. O did ever voice so sweet but only feign ? Can true love yield such delay, Converting joy to pain ? Lost is our freedom, When we submit to women so : Why do we need them When, in their best they work our woe ? There is no wisdom Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.
Side 22 - Proserpina Bids you awake, and pity them that weep. You may do in the dark What the day doth forbid. Fear not the dogs that bark; Night will have all hid. But if you let your lovers moan, The fairy queen Proserpina Will send abroad her fairies every one, That shall pinch black and blue Your white hands and fair arms, That did not kindly rue Your paramours