THOMAS CAMPION
Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blesbcd only
see O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee l
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1 6th Cent
187 A Nosegay
1 AY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,
With Violet blue; Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,
And eke her view; Did not her sight (fair sight') you lonely fill,
With sweet delight Of goddess' grace and angels' sacred teint
In fine, most bright ?
Say, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair,
With Pink most fine; Since you beheld the visage of my dear,
And eyes divine; Did not her globy front, and glistering hair,
With cheeks most sweet, So gloriously like damask flowers appear,
The gods to greet?
Say, snow-white Lily, speckled Gillyflower,
With Daisy gay; Since you have viewed the Queen of my desire,
In her array;
i8j teint] tint, hue.
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