England's Helicon; A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published at the Close of the Reign of Q. Elizabeth

England's Helicon; A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published at the Close of the Reign of Q. Elizabeth

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1812 edition. Excerpt: ...gentle minde, Neuer did any shepheardesse commend me. But crowned now they send me A thousand garlands, that I wone with praise, In wrastling dayes by dayes, In pitching of the barre with arme most strong, And singing many a song. After that thou didst honour, and take hould Of my (sweet Loue) and of my happy soule. What greater joy can any man desire Then to remaine a captiue vnto Loue: And haue his heart subiected to his power? And though sometimes he last a little sower By suffering it, as mild as gentle doue Yet must he be, in licw of that great hire Whereto he doth aspire: If Louers liue afflicted and in paine, Let them with cause complaine Of cruell fortune, and of time's abuse, And let not them accuse Thee (gentle Loue) that doth with blisse enfould Within thy sweetest ioyes each liuing soule. Behold a faire sweet face, and shining eyes Resembling two most bright and twinkling starres, Sending vnto the soule a perfect light: Behold the rare perfections of those white M And And iuorie hands, from griefc's most surest barres, That minde wherein all life and glory lyes, That ioy that neuer dyes, That he doth feele, that loues and is beloued, And my delights approued, To see her pleas'd, whose Loue maintained me here, All those I count so deere, That though sometimes Loue doth my ioyes controule, Yet I am glad he dwels within my soule. Finis. Bar. Young. A Shepheard's DreamE. A silly shepheard lately sate Among a flock of sheepe: Where musing long on this and that, At last he fell asleepe. And in the slumber as he lay, He gaue a pitteous groane: He thought his sheepe were runne away, And he was left alone. He whoopt, he whistled, and he call'd, But not a sheepe came neere him: Which made the Shepheard sore appall'd To see that none...
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  • Paperback | 68 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236781856
  • 9781236781857