 | Parthenophil and Parthenophe |  |
ODE 9.
[Behold (out-walking in these valleyes)]
Behold (out-walking in these valleyes)
Where faire Parthenophe doth treade,
How ioysome Flora with her dallyes,
And at her steppes sweet flowers bredde:
Narcissus yellow,
And Amaranthus euer redde,
Which all her foote-steppes ouer spredde:
With Hyacynthe that findes no fellow.
Where faire Parthenophe doth treade,
How ioysome Flora with her dallyes,
And at her steppes sweet flowers bredde:
Narcissus yellow,
And Amaranthus euer redde,
Which all her foote-steppes ouer spredde:
With Hyacynthe that findes no fellow.
Behold, within that shadie thicke
Where my Parthenophe doth walke,
Her bewtie makes trees mouing quicke
Which of her grace in murmur talke:
The poplar trees shed teares,
The blossom'd Hauthorne white as chalke,
And Aspine trembling on his stalke:
The tree which sweet franckincense beares.
Where my Parthenophe doth walke,
Her bewtie makes trees mouing quicke
Which of her grace in murmur talke:
The poplar trees shed teares,
The blossom'd Hauthorne white as chalke,
And Aspine trembling on his stalke:
The tree which sweet franckincense beares.
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The barren Hebene coalie blacke,
Greene Iuy with his straunge embraces,
Daphne which scornes Ioues thunder-cracke,
Sweet Cypresse set in sundry places:
And singing Atis telles
Vnto the rest my mistresse graces,
From them the winde her glorie chases
Throughout the West: where it excelles.
Greene Iuy with his straunge embraces,
Daphne which scornes Ioues thunder-cracke,
Sweet Cypresse set in sundry places:
And singing Atis telles
Vnto the rest my mistresse graces,
From them the winde her glorie chases
Throughout the West: where it excelles.
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