Poetry Codex

Tudor & Elizabethan

Thomas Campion

1567–1620

Thomas Campion was an English composer, physician and poet who wrote and set to music his own delicate, classically influenced lyrics.

He also published a treatise arguing for quantitative, unrhymed verse in English, though his own most enduring songs are rhymed airs.

Poems (164)

  1. Cherry-Ripe
  2. Laura
  3. Devotion, Part i
  4. Devotion, Part ii
  5. Vobiscum est Iope
  6. Hymn in Praise of Neptune
  7. Winter Nights
  8. Integer Vitae
  9. O come quickly!
  10. My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love
  11. Though you are young, and I am old
  12. I care not for these ladies
  13. My love hath vowed he will forsake me
  14. When to her lute Corinna sings
  15. Turn back, you wanton flyer
  16. It fell on a summer's day
  17. The cypress curtain of the night is spread
  18. Fair, if you expect admiring
  19. Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white
  20. See where she flies enraged from me!
  21. Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they be
  22. When the god of merry love
  23. Mistress, since you so much desire
  24. Your fair looks inflame my desire
  25. Hark, all you ladies that do sleep!
  26. Come, let us sound with melody, the praises
  27. What patron could I choose, great Lord, but you?
  28. Author of light, revive my dying sprite!
  29. Where are all thy beauties now, all hearts enchaining?
  30. Out of my soul's depth to Thee my cries have sounded
  31. View me, Lord, a work of Thine
  32. Bravely decked, come forth, bright day!
  33. To music bent, is my retired mind
  34. Tune thy music to thy heart
  35. Most sweet and pleasing are thy ways, O God
  36. Wise men patience never want
  37. Lift up to heaven, sad wretch, thy heavy sprite!
  38. Lo, when back mine eye
  39. As by the streams of Babylon
  40. Sing a song of joy!
  41. Awake, awake, thou heavy sprite
  42. Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me
  43. Seek the Lord, and in His ways persever!
  44. Lighten, heavy heart, thy sprite
  45. Jack and Joan they think no ill
  46. All looks be pale, hearts cold as stone
  47. Such days as wear the badge of holy red
  48. Vain men, whose follies make a god of Love
  49. How eas'ly wert thou chained
  50. Harden now thy tired heart, with more than flinty rage!
  51. O what unhoped-for sweet supply!
  52. Where she her sacred bower adorns
  53. Fain would I my love disclose
  54. Give beauty all her right
  55. Dear, that I with thee might live
  56. Good men, show, if you can tell
  57. What harvest half so sweet is
  58. Sweet, exclude me not, nor be divided
  59. The peaceful western wind
  60. There is none, O none but you
  61. Pined I am and like to die
  62. So many loves have I neglected
  63. Though your strangeness frets my heart
  64. Come away, armed with love's delights!
  65. Come, you pretty false-eyed wanton
  66. A secret love or two I must confess
  67. Her rosy cheeks, her ever-smiling eyes
  68. Where shall I refuge seek, if you refuse me?
  69. Since now these clouds, that lately over-cast
  70. Oft have I sighed for him that hears me not
  71. Now let her change and spare not!
  72. Were my heart as some men's are, thy errors would not move me
  73. "Maids are simple," some men say
  74. So tired are all my thoughts, that sense and spirits fail
  75. Why presumes thy pride on that that must so private be
  76. Kind are her answers
  77. O grief, O spite, to see poor Virtue scorned
  78. O never to be moved
  79. Break now, my heart, and die! O no, she may relent
  80. If love loves truth, then women do not love
  81. Awake, thou spring of speaking grace! mute rest becomes not thee!
  82. What is it all that men possess, among themselves conversing?
  83. Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed
  84. If thou longest so much to learn, sweet boy, what 'tis to love
  85. Shall I come, sweet love, to thee
  86. Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air
  87. Be thou then my Beauty named
  88. Fire, fire, fire, fire!
  89. O sweet delight, O more than human bliss
  90. Thus I resolve, and time hath taught me so
  91. Come, O come, my life's delight
  92. Could my heart more tongues employ
  93. Sleep, angry beauty, sleep, and fear not me
  94. Silly boy, 'tis full moon yet, thy night as day shines clearly
  95. Never love unless you can
  96. So quick, so hot, so mad is thy fond suit
  97. Shall then hope when faith is fled?
  98. On you th' affections of your father's friends
  99. Leave prolonging thy distress!
  100. Respect my faith, regard my service past
  101. Thou joyest, fond boy, to be by many loved
  102. Veil, Love, mine eyes! O hide from me
  103. Every dame affects good fame, whate'er her doings be
  104. So sweet is thy discourse to me
  105. To his sweet lute Apollo sung the motions of the spheres
  106. Young and simple though I am
  107. Love me or not, love her I must or die
  108. What means this folly, now to brave it so
  109. Dear, if I with guile would gild a true intent
  110. O Love, where are thy shafts, thy quiver, and thy bow?
  111. Beauty is but a painted hell
  112. Are you, what your fair looks express?
  113. Since she, even she, for whom I lived
  114. Must I complain, yet do enjoy my love
  115. Think'st thou to seduce me then with words that have no meaning?
  116. Her fair inflaming eyes
  117. Turn all thy thoughts to eyes
  118. If any hath the heart to kill
  119. Beauty, since you so much desire
  120. Your fair looks urge my desire
  121. Fain would I wed a fair young man that day and night could please me
  122. Read, you that have some tears left yet unspent
  123. O grief, how divers are thy shapes wherein men languish!
  124. 'Tis now dead night, and not a light on earth
  125. Fortune and Glory may be lost and won
  126. So parted you as if the world for ever
  127. How like a golden dream you met and parted
  128. When pale famine fed on thee
  129. O poor distracted world, partly a slave
  130. Now hath Flora robbed her bowers
  131. Move now with measured sound
  132. Night and Diana charge
  133. Shows and nightly revels, signs of joy and peace
  134. Triumph now with joy and mirth!
  135. Time, that leads the fatal round
  136. Dance now and sing; the joy and love we owe
  137. No longer delay her
  138. Welcome to this flowery place
  139. O joys exceeding
  140. Night as well as brightest day hath her delight
  141. Can you, the author of our joy
  142. Come away; bring thy golden theft
  143. Advance your choral motions now
  144. Supported now by clouds descend
  145. Powerful Jove, that of bright stars
  146. Woo her, and win her, he that can!
  147. Powerful Jove, that hast given four
  148. Breathe you now, while Io Hymen
  149. Breathe again, while we with music
  150. Cease, cease you revels, rest a space
  151. Come triumphing, come with state
  152. Dance, dance! and visit now the shadows of our joy
  153. No longer wrong the night
  154. Vanish, vanish hence, confusion!
  155. Go, happy man, like th' evening star
  156. While dancing rests, fit place to music granting
  157. Come ashore, come, merry mates
  158. Haste aboard, haste now away!
  159. Though neither thou dost keep the keys of state
  160. What if a day, or a month, or a year
  161. Music's rich master and the offspring
  162. Marks that did limit lands in former times
  163. Hide not, sweetest Love, a sight so pleasing
  164. Of His Mistress' Face

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