Thomas Campion

(1567-1620 / England)

Thomas Campion Poems

1. A Lenten Hymn 10/24/2015
2. When To Her Lute Corinna Sings 4/15/2010
3. The Charm 4/15/2010
4. Amaryllis 4/15/2010
5. The Measure Of Beauty 4/15/2010
6. When Thou Must Home To Shades Of Underground 5/13/2001
7. My Sweetest Lesbia 4/15/2010
8. View Me, Lord, A Work Of Thine 4/15/2010
9. Jack And Joan 4/15/2010
10. Corinna 4/15/2010
11. Kind Are Her Answers, 4/15/2010
12. Devotion I 1/4/2003
13. Fain Would I Wed 4/15/2010
14. Winter Nights 1/4/2003
15. Think'st Thou To Seduce Me Then 4/15/2010
16. Follow Thy Fair Sun 4/15/2010
17. Follow Your Saint 5/13/2001
18. Devotion Ii 1/4/2003
19. Rose-Cheeked Laura 5/13/2001
20. Vobiscum Est Iope 1/4/2003
21. Laura 1/4/2003
22. A Hymn In Praise Of Neptune 1/4/2003
23. Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes 5/13/2001
24. O Come Quickly! 1/4/2003
25. Integer Vitae 1/4/2003
26. Cherry-Ripe 1/4/2003
27. There Is A Garden In Her Face 5/13/2001
28. Now Winter Nights Enlarge 1/20/2003

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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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Winter Nights

NOW winter nights enlarge
   The 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

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