Pocula Castalia The Authors Motto. Fortunes Tennis-Ball. Eliza. Poems. Epigrams. &c. By R. B. [i.e Robert Baron] |
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Sonnet. To Eliza upon May day morning. 1649.
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Sonnet. To Eliza upon May day morning. 1649.
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See! (Fairest) Virgins gather dew;Wing'd Heralds blaze on evry bough
May's come; if you say so, tis true.
For thus your Power's 'bove his that seasons sway,
He brings the Moneth, but you must make it May.
Arise, Arise
Bright eyes,
And silver over Beauties skies:
You set, Noon's Night, you up, each Day
Turns jolly May.
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Now Venus hatches her young Doves,This fruitfull Moneth's proper for Loves,
Though Aprill sayes like her it moves
Full of sad change; but you may chase away
All showres with smiles, and make all our days May.
Arise, Arise, &c.
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All, but you, Love, (though all love you.)The Birds their song each morn renew,
Even Earth has dond her gaudy hue.
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Do more than Sol's, and make in me too May.
Arise, Arise, &c.
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May this Moneth last, when bald Time shallClimb your fair Hill of Youth, may all
His steps be slip'rie, and he back fall
To Beauties Spring, that your cheek may alway
That lustre weare that now adorneth May.
Arise, Arise
Bright eyes,
And silver over Beauties skies, &c.
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