 | Christopher Marlowe, Alexander Dyce - 1850 - 380 Seiten
...glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace ! Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords...in envy of thy peace, Her balls of discord in thy f way : Here Beauty's day doth never cease ; Day is abstracted t here, And varied in a triple sphere.... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 Seiten
...glorious Day's out-facing face ; And all thy crowned names command, For torches to our nuptial grace. No need have we of factious day, To cast, in envy of thy peace, Herbals of discord in thy way ; Her beauty's day can never cease. 432 POETS OP THE ELIZABETHAN AGE.... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe, Alexander Dyce - 1865 - 476 Seiten
...naked Virtue's only tire, The reaped ft harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire ! Love calls to war; Sighs his alarms. Lips his swords are, The field hia arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned... | |
 | George Chapman - 1875 - 556 Seiten
...glorious Day's outfacing face ; And aB thy crowned flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords...abstracted here, And varied in a triple sphere. Hero, Alemane, Mya, so outshine thee. Ere thou come here, let Thetis thrice refine thee. Love calls to war... | |
 | George Chapman - 1874 - 532 Seiten
...Come, naked Virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | George Chapman - 1875 - 524 Seiten
...Come, naked Virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Robert Greene - 1876 - 576 Seiten
...Come, naked Virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire! Love calls to war; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Oh, come, soft rest of cares! come, Night! Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1876 - 474 Seiten
...glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace I Love calls to war ; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field bis arms. No need have we of factious Day, To cast, in envy of thy peace. Her balls of discord in thy... | |
 | Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, Ben Jonson - 1878 - 576 Seiten
...triple sphere. Hero, Alcmane, Mya, so outshine thee, Ere thou come here, let Thetis thrice refine thee. Love calls to war; Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. The evening star I see : Rise, youths ! the evening star Helps Love to summon war; Both now embracing... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1885 - 394 Seiten
...glorious Day's outfacing face ; 440 And all thy crowned flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace ! Love calls to war • Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords...discord in thy way : Here Beauty's day doth never cease ; 450 Day is abstracted here, And varied in a triple sphere. Hero, Alcmane, Mya, so outshine thee,... | |
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Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms. 
