Thomas Campion Poems
- Now Winter Nights Enlarge Now winter nights enlarge This ...
- There Is A Garden In Her Face There is a garden in her...
- Cherry-Ripe There is a garden in her face Where roses and...
- O Come Quickly! NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent ...
- Integer Vitae THE man of life upright, ...
- Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes Thrice toss these oaken ...
- Laura ROSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy...
Thomas Campion (sometimes Campian) (12 February 1567 – 1 March 1620) was an English composer, poet, and physician. He wrote over a hundred lute songs, masques for dancing, and an authoritative technical treatise on music.
Campion was born in London, the son of John Campion, a clerk of the Court of Chancery, and Lucy (née Searle – daughter of Laurence Searle, one of the queen's serjeants-at-arms). Upon the death of Campion's father in 1576, his mother married Augustine Steward, dying soon afterwards. His step-father assumed charge of the boy and sent him, in 1581, to study at Peterhouse, Cambridge as a "gentleman pensioner"; he left the university after ... more »
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Now Winter Nights Enlarge
Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well:
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted ...