When to Her Lute Corinna Sings
When to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strings, And doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear. But when she doth of mourning speak, Even with her sighs the strings...
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There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow: There cherries grow which none may buy Till ‘Cherry-ripe’...
View ArticleA Hymn in Praise of Neptune
Of Neptune’s empire let us sing,At whose command the waves obey;To whom the rivers tribute pay,Down the high mountains sliding:To whom the scaly nation yieldsHomage for the crystal fields Wherein...
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