Thomas Stanley; His Original Lyrics, Complete, in Their Collated Readings of 1647, 1651, 1657 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... thou imprison'd hast thine ear, And not confin'd thine eye? 20 The Tomb. When, cruel fair one, I am slain By thy disdain, And as a trophy of thy scorn To some old tomb am borne, Thy fetters must their power bequeath 5 To those of Death; Nor can thy flame immortal burn Like monumental fires within an urn. Thus freed from thy proud empire, I shall prove There is more liberty in Death than Love. 10 And when forsaken lovers come To see my tomb, Take heed thou mix not with the crowd, And, as a victor, proud To view the spoils thy beauty made, 15 Press near my shade THE TOMB Lest thy too cruel breath, or name, Should fan my ashes back into a flame, And thou, devour'd by this revengeful fire,") 1 His sacrifice, who died as thine, expire. / 20 Or should my dust thy pity move That could not, love, Thy sighs might wake me, and thy tears Renew my life and years; Or should thy proud insulting scorn 25 Laugh at my urn, Kindly deceiv'd by thy disdain, I might be smil'd into new life again. Then come not near: since both thy love and hate Have equal power to kill2 or animate. 30 But if cold earth or marble must Conceal my dust, Whilst, hid in some dark ruins, I Dumb and forgotten lie, The pride of all thy victory 35 Will sleep with me; And they who should attest thy glory Will or forget, or not believe this story. Then, to increase thy triumph, let me rest, (Since by thine eye slain, ) buried in thy breast 40 To Celia. PLEADING WANT OF MERIT.1 Dear, urge no more the killing cause Of our divorce: Love is not fetter'd by such laws, Nor bows to any force. Though thou deniest I should be thine, 5 Yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine Oh, rather frown away my breath With thy disdain, Or flatter me with smiles to death; By joy or sorrow slain, 10 'Tis...