George Darley (Джордж Дарли)

Lenimina Laborum. 5. To Mie Tieante

Thou, att whose feete I waste mie soule in sighes,
Before whose beautie mie proude hearte is meeke,
Thou who make'st dove-like mie fierce falcon-cies,
And pale'st the rose of mie Lancastrian cheeke
With one colde smyle about this budded mouth:
Oh! that mie harmlesse vengeaunce I could wreake,
On that pale rival bloome of thine!—the South
Eaves not more fell, prisoned an Aprill weeke,
To feede on lilie-banks, than I to prey
Some greedie minutes on that blossome whyte.
Whose gentle ravage thou'dst too long delaie!—
when these Eoses of our cheekes unite,
Will't not a summer-happie season be
If not for Englande, in sweete soothe for me! 

Rogier de Derley, 1594. 

1. Lenimina Laborum. 28. To My Dead Mistress
2. The Gambols of Children
3. Lenimina Laborum. 27. The Free-Booter
4. Lenimina Laborum. 35. Departing Music
5. Lenimina Laborum. 57. The Temptress of the Cave

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