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Tixall Poetry.
And that through the thickest shade
That could be by absence made,
I beheld them victors growne,
Lovelyest then to me they shone;
Though I grant that tooke away
The full glorys of her day.
That could be by absence made,
I beheld them victors growne,
Lovelyest then to me they shone;
Though I grant that tooke away
The full glorys of her day.
Amarillis.
Though you thus would make my light,
Is but this your glimering night;
You yourselfe have yet allow'd,
That I may be justly proud
Of my happy neighborhood,
To that all-enriching flood,
That can make my barren soile
With the fairest flowers smile.
Say if could your distant feild
Such a growth of sweetnes yeild?
Though you thus would make my light,
Is but this your glimering night;
You yourselfe have yet allow'd,
That I may be justly proud
Of my happy neighborhood,
To that all-enriching flood,
That can make my barren soile
With the fairest flowers smile.
Say if could your distant feild
Such a growth of sweetnes yeild?
Thirsis.
Doe not you too highly prise
That which in such hazard lyes:
Doe not you too highly prise
That which in such hazard lyes:
