Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
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Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
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Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16884.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 30, 2024.

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Diliculum.

At last fayre Hesperus in highest skie, Had spent his lamp, & brought forth dawning light. Ed. Spencer.
The night growen old, her blacke head waxen gray, Sure shepheards signe that morn wil soon fetch day. S. Ph. Sydney.
It was the time when gainst the breaking day, Rebellious night yet stroue and still repined, For in the east appeares the morning gray, And yet some lampes in Ioues high pallace shined. Ed. Fairfax.
By this Apolloes golden harpe beganne To send forth musicke to the Ocean, Which watchfull Hesperos no sooner heard, But hee the day bright bearing carre prepar'd, And ranne before, as harkenger of light, And with his flaming beames ockt vgly night. Ch. Marlow.
Lycaons sonne, The hardy plough-swaine vnto mightie Ioue, Hath trac'd his siluer furrowes in the heauen, And turning home his ouer-watched teeme,

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Giues leaue vnto Apolloes chariot. R. Greene.
Nights candles are burnt out, and iocond day, Stands tiptoe on the mistie mountaines top. ƲƲ. Sh.
Loe now the gentle Larke wearie of rest, From his moyst cabynet mounts vp on hie, And wakes the morning from whose siluer breast, The sunne ariseth in his maiestie: VVho doth the world so gloriously behold, That Cedar tops and hilles seem'd burnisht gold. Idem.
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