Thomas Campion Poems

Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
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FOLLOW your saint, follow with accents sweet!
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet!
There, wrapt in cloud of sorrow, pity move,
And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love:
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Jack and Joan they think no ill,
But loving live, and merry still;
Do their week-days' work, and pray
Devoutly on the holy day:
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FOLLOW thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!
   Though thou be black as night,
   And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!
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Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow;
Though thou be black as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
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NOW winter nights enlarge
   The number of their hours,
   And clouds their storms discharge
   Upon the airy towers.
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Think'st thou to seduce me then with words that have no meaning?
Parrots so can learn to prate, our speech by pieces gleaning;
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Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me,
When my mind or body grieved, that had the power to ease me.
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When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And doth in highest notes appear
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Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
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