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Thomas Lodge (1558-1625 / England)
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''I would in rich and golden coloured raine,
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 1-2). . . Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
With tempting showers in pleasant sort discend,''
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''Into faire Phillis lappe (my lovely friend)
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 3-6). . . Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
When sleepe hir sence with slomber doth restraine.
I would be chaunged to a milk-white Bull,
When midst the gladsome fieldes she should appeare,''
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''My Phillis hath prime-feathered flowers
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 1, l. 5-9). AAS. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
That smile when she treads on them;
And Phillis hath a gallant flock
That leaps since she doth own them.
But Phillis hath so hard a heart—''
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''I were content to wearie out my paine,
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 2, l. 9-14). AAS. Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse, The. Richard S. Sylvester, ed. (1974) Doubleday Anchor Books.
To bee Narsissus so she were a spring
To drowne in hir those woes my heart do wring:
And more I wish transformed to remaine:
That whilest I thus in pleasures lappe did lye,
I might refresh desire, which else would die.''
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''As yields no mercy to desert,
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Phyllis (Sect. 1, l. 11-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Nor grace to those that crave it.
Sweet sun, when thou lookest on,
Pray her regard my moan;
Sweet birds, when you sing to her,
To yield some pity, woo her;''
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''Nature herself her shape admires;
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Rosalynde; or, Euphues' Golden Legacy (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
The gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his heavenly fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light:
Heigh ho, would she were mine!''
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''Since for a fair there's fairer none,
Thomas Lodge (1558?-1625), British poet. Rosalynde; or, Euphues' Golden Legacy (l. 43-46). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Nor for her virtues so divine:
Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine!''
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