II SUMMONS TO LOVE HOEBUS, arise ! PHOE And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed Give life to this dark world which lieth dead; In larger locks than thou wast wont before, And emperor-like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light. - This is that happy morn, That day, long-wished day Of all my life so dark, (If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray,) Which, purely white, deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark. This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love, to hear and recompense my love. Fair King, who all preserves, And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus' streams Did once thy heart surprise. Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise : A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre, - The winds all silent are, Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels: And nothing wanting is, save She, alas! W. Drummond of Hawthornden W1 III TIME AND LOVE I HEN I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced When I have seen the hungry ocean gain When I have seen such interchange of state, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate – That Time will come and take my Love away : - This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose. W. Shakespeare IV 2 INCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, SINCE adas, nality versways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, O how shall summer's honey breath hold out O fearful meditation! where, alack! O! none, unless this miracle have might, W. Shakespeare V THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE OME live with me and be my Love, Cand we wit all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, There will we sit upon the rocks There will I make thee beds of roses A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy buds Thy silver dishes for thy meat Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing C. Marlowe VI A MADRIGAL Cannot live together: RABBED Age and Youth Youth is full of pleasance, Youth like summer morn, Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame : Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is Age, I do defy thee O sweet shepherd, hie thee, young For methinks thou stay'st too long. W. Shakespears U VII NDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! |