Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet IX.
The dewie-Roseate morne had with hir haires,In sundrie sorts the Indian Clime adornd:
And now hir eies apparrailed in teares,
The losse of louely Memnon long had moornd.
When as she spide the Nimph whom I admire.
Kembinge hir locks, of which the yelow golde,
Made blush the beauties of hir curled wire,
Which heauen it selfe with wonder might beholde.
Then redd with shame, hir reuerend locks she rent,
And weeping hid the beauty of hir face,
The flower of fancie wrought such discontent:
The sighes which midst the aire she breathd a space,
A three daies stormie tempest did maintaine,
Hir shame a fire, hir eies a swelling raine.
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