Poems by Thomas Campion
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When Thou Must Home to Shades of Underground
... Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, ...
My Lifes Delight
... The pain of being deprived of thee! ...
Now Winter Nights Enlarge
... While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights ...
A Hymn in Praise of Neptune
... The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill, ...
View Me, Lord, a Work of Thine
... Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel ...
Amaryllis
... These ladies must have pillows and beds by strangers wrought ...
The Charm
... These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar, ...
Fain would I wed
... Maids are full of longing thoughts that breed a bloodless sickness, ...
O come quickly!
... Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: ...
Devotion
... It shall suffice that they were breathed and died for her delight ...
Corinna
... Even with her sighs the strings do break ...
Integer Vitae
... Whose guiltless heart is free ...
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