Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | I. Admiration | | Triumph of Charis | | Ben Jonson (15721637) |
| | | SEE the chariot at hand here of Love! | |
| Wherein my lady rideth! | |
| Each that draws is a swan, or a dove, | |
| And well the car Love guideth. | |
| As she goes, all hearts do duty | 5 |
| Unto her beauty. | |
| And, enamored, do wish, so they might | |
| But enjoy such a sight, | |
| That they still were to run by her side | |
| Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. | 10 |
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| Do but look on her eyes! they do light | |
| All that Loves world compriseth; | |
| Do but look on her hair! it is bright | |
| As Loves star when it riseth! | |
| Do but mark, her foreheads smoother | 15 |
| Than words that soothe her! | |
| And from her arched brows such a grace | |
| Sheds itself through the face, | |
| As alone there triumphs to the life, | |
| All the gain, all the good, of the elements strife. | 20 |
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| Have you seen but a bright lily grow, | |
| Before rude hands have touched it? | |
| Have you marked but the fall of the snow, | |
| Before the soil hath smutched it? | |
| Have you felt the wool of the beaver? | 25 |
| Or swans down ever? | |
| Or have smelt o the bud of the brier? | |
| Or the nard i the fire? | |
| Or have tasted the bag of the bee? | |
| Oh, so white! oh, so soft! oh, so sweet is she. | 30 | | | |
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