The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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The Trees in grones, the Rocks in teares lament
His fatall chance: the Brookes that whilome lept
To heare him play while his faire Mistresse slept,
Now left their Eddyes and such wanton moods,
And with loud clamours fild the neighbring woods.
There spent he most of night: but when the day
Drew from the earth her pitchie vaile away,
When all the flowry plaines with Carols rung
That by the mounting Larke were shrilly sung,
When dusky mists rose from the crystall floods,
And darknesse no where raign'd but in the woods;
Pan left the Caue, and now intends to finde
The sacred place where lay his loue enshrinde:
A plot of earth, in whose chill armes was laid
As much perfection as had euer Maid;
If curious Nature had but taken care
To make more lasting, what she made so faire.
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