Tixall Poetry.
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Amarillis.
Noe, you may as soone perswade
Light is darker than the shade.
But not doubting you will owne
Our joys' day must spring alone
From those beames where mine I sought,
How can you have such a thought?
Noe, you may as soone perswade
Light is darker than the shade.
But not doubting you will owne
Our joys' day must spring alone
From those beames where mine I sought,
How can you have such a thought?
Thirsis.
'Tis because I judge their sight
More advantaged by his light,
In our gloomy woods who shun
Than who face the noone-day sun:
And that (as in those extreames,
While his silver-twisted beames
Through the spreading branches play,
While each tree would stop their way,
And yet every bough receaves
Some amidst its trembling leaves,)
He more pleasing does appeare,
Then were all his splendor there;
So while to my darker minde,
Her bright charmes did passage finde,
'Tis because I judge their sight
More advantaged by his light,
In our gloomy woods who shun
Than who face the noone-day sun:
And that (as in those extreames,
While his silver-twisted beames
Through the spreading branches play,
While each tree would stop their way,
And yet every bough receaves
Some amidst its trembling leaves,)
He more pleasing does appeare,
Then were all his splendor there;
So while to my darker minde,
Her bright charmes did passage finde,
