The Works of Thomas Campion Complete Songs, Masques, and Treatises with a Selection of the Latin Verse: Edited with an introduction and notes by Walter R. Davis |
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The English Sapphick.
Faiths pure shield, the Christian Diana,
Englands glory crownd with all devinenesse,
Live long with triumphs to blesse thy people
At thy sight triumphing.
Englands glory crownd with all devinenesse,
Live long with triumphs to blesse thy people
At thy sight triumphing.
Loe, they sound; the Knights in order armed
Entring threat the list, adrest to combat
For their courtly loves; he, hees the wonder
Whome Eliza graceth.
Entring threat the list, adrest to combat
For their courtly loves; he, hees the wonder
Whome Eliza graceth.
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Their plum'd pomp the vulgar heaps detaineth,
And rough steeds; let us the still devices
Close observe, the speeches and the musicks
Peacefull arms adorning.
And rough steeds; let us the still devices
Close observe, the speeches and the musicks
Peacefull arms adorning.
But whence showres so fast this angry tempest,
Clowding dimme the place? Behold, Eliza
This day shines not here; this heard, the launces
And thick heads do vanish.
Clowding dimme the place? Behold, Eliza
This day shines not here; this heard, the launces
And thick heads do vanish.
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