VVynken.
Ah woe's me Gorbo, mirth is farre away,
Mirth may not soiourne with black malcontent,
The lowring aspect of this dismall day,
The winter of my sorrow doth augment.
Idea the shepheards garland Fashioned in nine eglogs. Rowlands sacrifice to the nine Muses.
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- Title
- Idea the shepheards garland Fashioned in nine eglogs. Rowlands sacrifice to the nine Muses.
- Author
- Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.
- Publication
- Imprinted at London :: [By T. Orwin] for Thomas Woodcocke, dwelling in Pauls Churchyarde, at the signe of the black Beare,
- 1593.
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"Idea the shepheards garland Fashioned in nine eglogs. Rowlands sacrifice to the nine Muses." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A20823.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 8, 2024.
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Page 21
My song is now a swanne-like dying song,
And my conceipts, the deepe conceipts of death,
My heart becom'n a very hell of wrong,
My breast the irksome prison of my breath.
I loth my life, I loth the dearest light,
Com'n is my night, when once appeeres the day,
The blessed sunne seemes odious in my sight,
No song may like me but the shreech-owles lay.