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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 42, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Though far from joy, my sorrows are as far
Last Line: Through the flowery banks, and still in the midst his course guideth.
Subject(s): Moderation
First Line: Though far from joy, my sorrows are as far
Last Line: Through the flowery banks, and still in the midst his course guideth.
Subject(s): Moderation
THOUGH far from joy, my sorrows are as far,
And I both between;
Not too low, nor yet too high
Above my reach, would I be seen.
Happy is he that so is placed,
Not to be envied nor to be disdained or disgraced.
The higher trees, the more storms they endure;
Shrubs be trodden down:
But the Mean, the Golden Mean,
Doth only all our fortunes crown:
Like to a stream that sweetly slideth
Through the flowery banks, and still in the midst his course guideth.
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