Thomas Campion

(1567-1620 / England)

Thomas Campion Poems

1. A Hymn In Praise Of Neptune 1/4/2003
2. Amaryllis 4/15/2010
3. Cherry-Ripe 1/4/2003
4. Corinna 4/15/2010
5. Devotion I 1/4/2003
6. Devotion Ii 1/4/2003
7. Fain Would I Wed 4/15/2010
8. Follow Thy Fair Sun 4/15/2010
9. Follow Your Saint 5/13/2001
10. Integer Vitae 1/4/2003
11. Jack And Joan 4/15/2010
12. Kind Are Her Answers, 4/15/2010
13. Laura 1/4/2003
14. My Sweetest Lesbia 4/15/2010
15. Now Winter Nights Enlarge 1/20/2003
16. O Come Quickly! 1/4/2003
17. Rose-Cheeked Laura 5/13/2001
18. The Charm 4/15/2010
19. The Measure Of Beauty 4/15/2010
20. There Is A Garden In Her Face 5/13/2001
21. Think'st Thou To Seduce Me Then 4/15/2010
22. Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes 5/13/2001
23. View Me, Lord, A Work Of Thine 4/15/2010
24. Vobiscum Est Iope 1/4/2003
25. When Thou Must Home To Shades Of Underground 5/13/2001
26. When To Her Lute Corinna Sings 4/15/2010
27. Winter Nights 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Thomas Campion

There Is A Garden In Her Face

There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow which none may buy,
Till 'Cherry ripe' themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow;
Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,
Till 'Cherry ripe' themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them ...

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Laura

ROSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
   Sweetly gracing.

   Lovely forms do flow
From concent divinely framed:
Heaven is music, and thy beauty's
   Birth is heavenly.

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