Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet LII. Methought, Calliope did from heaven descend
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)M
To sing, fair Mistress! thy sweet beauty’s praise.
Thy sweet enchanting voice did O
Who, with his harp (which down the gods did send)
Celestial concord to the voice did lend.
His music, all wild beasts so did amaze
That they, submissive to thy looks did bend.
Hills, trees, towns, bridges, from their places wend.
Hopping and dancing. All the winds be still
And listen; whiles the nightingales fulfil,
With larks and thrushes, all defects of pleasure.
Springs sang thy praises, in a murmur shrill.
Whiles I, enraged by music, out of trance,
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