ib, Sonnet.-You meaner beauties of the night Stanzas-From the Reliquiæ Wottonianæ Page Sus-(CHARLES II.) |{2 COWLEY. 1618-1667. Upon the Death of the Lord Protector The Story of Phæbus and Daphne applied The Battle of the Summer Islands SPECIMENS OF THE BRITISH POETS. LORD SURREY. ODE. THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings, The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come: for every spray now springs. The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings, The fishes float, with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee, her honey now she mings, Winter is gone, that was the flower's bale; And thus I see, among these pleasant things, Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs! GIVE place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; B And thereto hath a truth as just, I could rehearse, if that I would, I know she swore, with raging mind, Sith Nature thus gave her the praise, SONNETS. FROM Tuscane came my Lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was sometime their ancient seat; The Western Isle, whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat ; Fostered she was, with milk of Irish breast: Her Sire an earl, her Dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With King's child, where she tasteth costly food. |