L'AMOR che move il sole e l'altre stelle. DANTE As ye came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love Old Ballad THE goodly gate swung oft with many gods DOBELL ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, All are but ministers of Love And feed his sacred flame. COLERIDGE IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. SHAKESPEARE The Invocation LYRIC Love, half angel and half bird This is the same voice: can thy soul know change? -Never conclude, but raising hand and head Their utmost up and on,—so blessing back In those thy realms of help, that heaven thy home, Some whiteness which, I judge, thy face makes proud, Some wanness where, I think, thy foot may fall! ROBERT BROWNING WOOING SONG Wooing Song LOVE is the blossom where there blows Every thing that lives or grows: Love doth make the Heav'ns to move, And the Sun doth burn in love: Love the strong and weak doth yoke, He burns the fishes in the seas: Not all the skill his wounds can stench, While in his leaves there shrouded lay I the bud and blossom am. Only bend thy knee to me, Thy wooing shall thy winning be! See, see the flowers that below SILVIA Like unto a summer shade, But now born, and now they fade. Is gladly bruised to make me wine: GILES FLETCHER Silvia HO is Silvia? What is she? WH That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. |