This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...fay, Him only would we heare. Thefauage beasts do runne; the liules stones Tumble apace, and ntouing Mountaines hie, To heare how fweetly thou thy Lone bemones, Taking delight in this rare melodie. Whilst Love himfelfe hearing thee making Loue, The heate thereof as rauished doth proue. So did the Thracian Orpheus ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...fay, Him only would we heare. Thefauage beasts do runne; the liules stones Tumble apace, and ntouing Mountaines hie, To heare how fweetly thou thy Lone bemones, Taking delight in this rare melodie. Whilst Love himfelfe hearing thee making Loue, The heate thereof as rauished doth proue. So did the Thracian Orpheus heretofore, Vpon theflowring bankes of Heber//ay On skilfull Harpe, (as thou dost now implore Longst Tamesis) for faire Euredifay. Be then our Englifh Orpheus, raife thy Verfe, Thy worthie AlbAS praife, brauely rehearfe. R. Day. Gentleman. Richard Day. Gent. AfO louely, nor beloucd R.EDBREST /, A ROBIN poore refufde, fuch one I am, Whieh lle aferibe vnto my Deslinie, And not impute it vnto Albas blame: Yet will I chirp her praifes to my skill, Where Art doth want, my Hart fupplies goodwill. Sweet Friend, tis thou that louely fweet dost fng, Nofwanne, but rauen I; my voice is hoarfe: Thou DAY to the day the clcerest light dost bring, And of thy DlAMANTA findst remorfe Hcauens, A ire, Windes, Earth, Beasts, Stones, Hils, Seas Thou canst command by thy fweet Verfes call, (and all. To praife me thus thou dost me too much wrong, This waight's too heauie for my back to bcare: To tliee and to thy Mistris, Praife belong; For you, not me, this Garlands ft to wcare. Yet fnce fome Flowers thtrtof you do btstow On Alba mine, I thankcfull still will show. Be thou our ALBIONS Orpheus most diuine, I cannot play, my ioynts not nimble are: Thou that art best in Louesfweet tune and lime, Sound thou, direcled by a bcautious Starre. My Star is bright, yet Ut me tell the truth, Where Beautie most abounds, there wants most ruth. R. T. the Author. TJ/'Hen I by chance do reade thy dulcet Verfe I cannot (though a stranger, yet thy friend, Thy pajjions be fo pleafng, and fo...
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