Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by ANSALDO CEBA First Line: To thy lover Last Line: And to many deaths renew mee. | ||||||||
To thy Lover Deere, discover That sweet blush of thine that shameth (When those Roses It discloses) All the flowers that Nature nameth. In free Ayre, Flow thy Haire; That no more Summers best dresses, Bee beholden For their Golden Lockes, to Phoebus flaming Tresses. O deliver Love his Quiver, From thy Eyes he shoots his Arrowes, Where Apollo Cannot follow: Featherd with his Mothers Sparrowes. O envy not (That we dye not) Those deere lips whose doore encloses All the Graces In their places, Brother Pearles, and sister Roses. From these treasures Of ripe pleasures One bright smile to cleere the weather. Earth and Heaven Thus made even, Both will be good friends together. The aire does wooe thee, Winds cling to thee, Might a word once flye from out thee; Storme and Thunder Would sit under, And keepe silence round about Thee. But if Natures Common Creatures, So deare Glories dare not borrow: Yet thy Beauty Owes a Duty, To my loving, lingring sorrow. When to end mee Death shall send mee All his Terrors to affright mee: Thine eyes Graces, Guild their faces, And those Terrors shall delight mee. When my dying Life is flying; Those sweet Aires that often slew mee; Shall revive mee, Or reprive mee, And to many Deaths renew mee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK DISCOVERY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |
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