Poems by Thomas Campion
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Follow Your Saint
... It shall suffice that they were breath'd and died for her delight ...
Jack and Joan
... And his long flail can stoutly toss: ...
Think'st thou to seduce me then
... But with crooked pins fish thou, as babes do that want reason: ...
The Measure of Beauty
... Meadows have flowers that pleasure move, ...
My Sweetest Lesbia
... Let not my hearse be vexed with mourning friends, ...
There Is A Garden In Her Face
... There cherries grow which none may buy, ...
I Care Not for These Ladies
... But when we come where comfort is, ...
Never Love Unless
... And speak what straight they will repent ...
Follow Thy Fair Sun
... etry Out Loud Note: In the print anthology, this poem is titled "Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow ...
Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes
... These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar, ...
Cherry-Ripe
... They look like rose-buds filled with snow ...
Vobiscum Est Iope
... Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, ...
Kind Are Her Answers
... From their own music when they stray: ...
Rose-Cheeked Laura
... Like clear springs renew'd by flowing, ...
When to Her Lute Corinna Sings
... Evn with her sighs the strings do break ...
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