LOVE. IF IT BE TRUE THAT ANY BEAUTEOUS | Forgive me if I cannot turn away THING. Ir it be true that any beauteous thing Repose upon the eyes which it resembleth, From those sweet eyes that are my earthly heaven, For they are guiding stars, benignly given I live and love in God's peculiar light. MICHAEL ANGELO (Italian). Translation of J. E. TAYLOR. WERE I AS BASE AS IS THE LOWLY PLAIN. WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, For who adores the Maker needs must love his Yet should the thoughts of me your humble work. MICHAEL ANGELO (Italian). Translation of J. E. TAYLOR. SONNET. MUSES, that sing Love's sensual empirie, GEORGE CHAPMAN. THE MIGHT OF ONE FAIR FACE. THE might of one fair face sublimes my love, THE night has a thousand eyes, The day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The bind has a thousand eyes, FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON For kings have wars and broils to take in hand, If country loves such sweet desires gain, ROBERT GREENE. TELL ME, MY HEART, IF THIS BE WHEN Delia on the plain appears, I would approach, but dare not move; — Whene'er she speaks, my ravished ear If she some other swain commend, When she is absent, I no more When fond of power, of beauty vain, GEORGE, LORD LYTTELTON. MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART. His heart in me keeps him and me in one; SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING. I SAW two clouds at morning, And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one; I thought that morning cloud was blest, I saw two summer currents Flow smoothly to their meeting, And join their course, with silent force, In peace each other greeting; Calm was their course through banks of green, While dimpling eddies played between. Such be your gentle motion, Till life's last pulse shall beat; Like summer's beam, and summer's stream, A calmer sea, where storms shall cease, JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD. THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY. It was a friar of orders gray Walked forth to tell his beads; And he met with a lady fair Clad in a pilgrim's weeds. "Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar; I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true-love thou didst see." "And how should I know your true-love From many another one?" "O, by his cockle hat, and staff, And by his sandal shoon. "But chiefly by his face and mien, "O lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turf, And at his heels a stone. "Within these holy cloisters long Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall, And many a tear bedewed his grave Within yon kirkyard wall.” "And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! And art thou dead and gone? And didst thou die for love of me? Break, cruel heart of stone !" |