Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PHILOMELA, by ARTHUR GORGES


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First Line: Nothinge on earth remaynes to shew so ryght'
Last Line: Seme pleasaunte notes unto my mystres eares.


Nothinge on earth remaynes to shew so ryght
The patterne true of my encreasinge Care
As Philomela with her songe by nyghte
Whose rufull state to myne I thus compare
With carefull watch She pearcheth in the tree
When creatures all into theyre nests do creepe
So from myne eyes all sweete repose doth flye
When men are wonte of course to take their slepe
She with a thorne againste her tender Breste
I with the darte of cruell loves unreste
This gentell Byrde her yeldinge voyc doth straine
To wayle the wronges that Progne dyd endure
I happles man uppon the wighte Complayne
That causeles doth to me theis greyfs procure
And when Shee doth her tunes so dolefull frame
As well might move the heavens to moane her plight
O greefe off greyfs, yet such as heare the same
Rue not her songe But therein take delyghte
Likewise my plaints which bringe from me salte teares
Seme pleasaunte notes unto my mystres eares.





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