Rare Poems of the 16th and 17th Cent (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. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ... doated on Was merely accommodation. Not that his active soul could be At home but in eternity, Yet, while he bless'd us with the rays Of his short-continued days, Each minute had its weight of worth, Each pregnant hour some star brought forth. So, while he travel'd here beneath, He lived when others only breathe: For not a sand of time slipp'd by Without its adlion sweet as high. So good, so peaceable, so bless'd, --Angels alone can speak the rest. RICHARD FLECKNOE CHLORIS /HLORIS if ere May be done-You but offer to be gone, Flowers will wither, green will fade, Nothing fresh nor gay be had. Farewell pleasure I farewell Spring Farewell every sweeter thing The Year will pine away and mourn, And Winter instantly return. But, if you vouchsafe to stay Only till the end of May, Take it upon Flora's word, Never sweeter Spring was tow'rd, Never was Favonian wind More propitiously inclined, Never was in heaven nor earth Promised more profuser mirth. Such sweet force your presence has To bring a joy to every place; Such a virtue has your sight, All are cheer'd and gladded by 't; Such a freshness as does bring Along with it perpetual Spring; Such a gaiety the while, As makes both heaven and earth to smile. JOHN BULTEEL I SONG GRANT your eyes are far more bright Than ever was unclouded light; And that love in your charming voice As much of reason finds for choice: Yet if you hate when I adore, To do the like I find much more. A voice would move all but a stone Without kind love shall find me one; And eyes the brightest ever shined On me have power but as they 're kind: You must, to throw down all defence, As much my reason please as sense. I clearly know, say what you will, To read my heart you want the skill; And of this 'tis a pregnant sign, Since you...