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. Kind Are Her Answers, 4/15/2010
9. Jack And Joan 4/15/2010
10. Corinna 4/15/2010
11. Devotion I 1/4/2003
12. View Me, Lord, A Work Of Thine 4/15/2010
13. Winter Nights 1/4/2003
14. Think'st Thou To Seduce Me Then 4/15/2010
15. Fain Would I Wed 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. Laura 1/4/2003
21. Vobiscum Est Iope 1/4/2003
22. A Hymn In Praise Of Neptune 1/4/2003
23. Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes 5/13/2001
24. Integer Vitae 1/4/2003
25. Cherry-Ripe 1/4/2003
26. O Come Quickly! 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
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly 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 filled with snow;
Yet them no peer nor prince can buy
Till “Cherry-ripe” themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do ...

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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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