John Fletcher Poems
|3.||Orpheus I Am, Come From The Deeps Below||8/22/2012|
|4.||The Dead Host's Welcome||8/22/2012|
|5.||The Faithful Shepherdess (Monologue)||5/22/2012|
|8.||The Power Of Music||8/22/2012|
|9.||To His Sleeping Mistress||8/22/2012|
|10.||Hence, All You Vain Delights From The Nice Valour||1/13/2003|
|12.||Hymn To Pan||1/4/2003|
|16.||Beauty Clear And Fair||1/4/2003|
|18.||Weep No More||1/4/2003|
|21.||Hear, Ye Ladies||1/4/2003|
|22.||Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away||1/13/2003|
Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away
Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are yet of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Hymn To Pan
SING his praises that doth keep
Our flocks from harm.
Pan, the father of our sheep;
And arm in arm
Tread we softly in a round,
Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground
Fills the music with her sound.
Pan, O great god Pan, to thee