Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
MADRIGALL 12.
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MADRIGALL 12.
[Like to the mountaines are mine high desiers]
Like to the mountaines are mine high desiersLeuell to thy loues highest point,
Grounded on faith which thy sweet grace requiers,
For springs, teares rise in endlesse sourse:
For sommers flowers, loues fancies I appoint
They trees with stormes tost out of course
Figure my thoughtes still blasted with dispaire:
Thunder, lightning, and hayle,
Make his trees mourne, thy frownes make me bewayle,
This onely diffrence here fier there snowes are.
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