The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck |
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Love once, Love ever.
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Love once, Love ever.
Shall I hopeless then pursue
A fair shadow that still flies me?
Shall I still adore, and wooe
A proud Heart that does despise me?
I a constant Love may so,
But alas! a fruitless shew.
A fair shadow that still flies me?
Shall I still adore, and wooe
A proud Heart that does despise me?
I a constant Love may so,
But alas! a fruitless shew.
Shall I by the erring Light
Of two crosser Stars still sail?
That do shine, but shine in spight,
Not to guide, but make me fail?
I a wandring Course may steer,
But the Harbour ne'r come near.
Of two crosser Stars still sail?
That do shine, but shine in spight,
Not to guide, but make me fail?
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But the Harbour ne'r come near.
Whilst these Thoughts my Soul possess,
Reason, Passion would o'rsway;
Bidding me my Flames suppress,
Or divert some other way:
But what Reason would pursue,
That my Heart runs counter to.
Reason, Passion would o'rsway;
Bidding me my Flames suppress,
Or divert some other way:
But what Reason would pursue,
That my Heart runs counter to.
So a Pilot bent to make
Search for some unfound out Land,
Does with him the Magnet take,
Sailing to the unknown Strand;
But that (steer which way he will)
To the loved North points still.
Search for some unfound out Land,
Does with him the Magnet take,
Sailing to the unknown Strand;
But that (steer which way he will)
To the loved North points still.
| The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) | |