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Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,
1 The collection entitled The Passionate Pilgrim, &c., ends with
the Sonnet to Sundry Notes of Music which we have numbered
xix. Malone adds to the collection this exquisite song, of which we find the first verse in Measure for Measure. (See Illustrations.)
W E R S E S
ADDITIONAL POEMS TO CHESTER'S LOVE'S MARTYR, 1601.
LET the bird of loudest lay,
But thou, shrieking harbinger,
1 There is a curious coincidence in a passage in The Tempest : — “Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
And thou, treble-dated crow,
Here the anthem doth commence :
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they loved, as love in twain
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
So between them love did shine,
1 Can, knows.
Property was thus appalled,
Reason, in itself confounded,
That it cried how true a twain
Whereupon it made this threne’
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Death is now the phoenix’ nest;
Leaving no posterity: —
'Twas not their infirmity
* Threne, funereal song.