 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1120 頁
...glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames command For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war : Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. 150 ROBERT SOUTHWELL 108. Times go by Turns "THE lopped tree in time may grow again, •*• Most naked... | |
 | William Thomas Young - 1923 - 328 頁
...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... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman - 1924 - 132 頁
...factious Day, To cast in enuie of thy peace Her bals of Discord in thy way : Here beauties day doth neuer cease, Day is abstracted here, And varied in a triple...Ere thou come here let Thetis thrice refine thee. Loue cals to warre, Sighs his Alarmes, Lips his swords are, The field his Armes. The Euening Starre... | |
 | William Peacock - 1928 - 476 頁
...Day, To cast in enuie of thy peace, Her bals of Discord in thy way : • Here beauties day doth neuer cease, Day is abstracted here, And varied in a triple...Ere thou come here let Thetis thrice refine thee. Loue cals to warre, Sighs his Alarmes, Lips his swords are, The field his Armes. reaped] reaped. crouned]... | |
 | Norman Ault - 1928 - 566 頁
...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 armt. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, Stephen Orgel - 2007 - 322 頁
...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: 460 Rise, youths, the evening star Helps Love to summon war; Both now embracing... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 388 頁
...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. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face; And all thy crowned flames command... | |
 | W. T. Young - 1946 - 328 頁
...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. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face. And all thy crowned flames command... | |
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Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms. 
