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 THOMAS CAMPION

Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blesbcd only

see O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee l

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1 6th Cent

187 A Nosegay

1 AY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,

With Violet blue; Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,

And eke her view; Did not her sight (fair sight') you lonely fill,

With sweet delight Of goddess' grace and angels' sacred teint

In fine, most bright ?

Say, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair,

With Pink most fine; Since you beheld the visage of my dear,

And eyes divine; Did not her globy front, and glistering hair,

With cheeks most sweet, So gloriously like damask flowers appear,

The gods to greet?

Say, snow-white Lily, speckled Gillyflower,

With Daisy gay; Since you have viewed the Queen of my desire,

In her array;

i8j teint] tint, hue.

21$

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