 Come, naked Virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms.  The Works of Christopher Marlowe ... - 第402页作者：Christopher Marlowe - 1826全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 页
...harvest of the light, Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arras. Come night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious day's...For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war, &c. No need have we of factious day, To cast, in envy of thy peace, Herbals of discord in thy way ;... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 482 页
...light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet...For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war, &c. No need have we of factious Day, To cast, in envy of thy peace, Herbals of discord in thy way ;... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 472 页
...light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet...For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war, &c. No need have we of factious Day, To cast, in envy of thy peace, Herbals of discord in thy way ;... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 470 页
...soft, rest of cares ! come, Night, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's out-facing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 564 页
...calls to war, Sighs his alarms ; Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, night, and lay the velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And...nuptial grace. Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms 5 Lips his swords are, The field his arms. No need have we of factious Day, To cast, in envy of thy... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 594 页
...Come, naked virtues only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms ;' Lips his swords are, The field his anus. Come, night, and lay the velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 572 页
...his alarms ; Lips his swords are, The field his arms. •• • • • . i Come, night, and lay the velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And...calls to war, Sighs his alarms ; . • •„« Lips liis swords are, The field his arms. ,- ,*. No need have we of factious Day, To cast, in envy of thy... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 610 页
...Come, naked virtues only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms ; Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, night, and lay the velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ;. And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1821 - 212 页
...light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war,— Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet...flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace. • Ms, edit. 1637. t Thai reapest, edit. 1637. Love calls to war,— Sigbs his alarms, Lips his swords... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman - 1821 - 206 页
...triple sphere. Hero, Alcmane, Mya, so outshine thee, Ere thou come here let Thetis thrice refine thee. Love calls to war, — Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. The evening star I see; Rise, youths ! the evening star Helps Love to summon war, Both now embracing... | |
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