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Thomas Campion :: Критика
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Критика
| Amaryllis |
| Beauty, since you so much desire |
| Breake now, my heart, and dye! |
| Come, O come, my lifes delight |
| Corinna |
| Fire, Fire, Fire! |
| Follow Thy Fair Sun |
| Followe thy faire sunne |
| I Care Not For These Ladies |
| I Must Complain |
| If thou long'st so much to learne |
| Kinde are her answeres |
| Leaue prolonging thy distresse |
| My Sweetest Lesbia |
| My loue hath vowd hee will forsake mee |
| Neuer loue vnlesse you can |
| Now Winter Nights Enlarge |
| Rose-cheeked Laura |
| Shall I come, sweet Loue, to thee |
| The Garden |
| The Sypres curten of the night is spread |
| There is a garden in her face |
| Thrice Toss Those Oaken Ashes in the Air |
| Turne all thy thoughts to eyes |
| What if a Day, Or a Month, Or a Yeare? |
| What is a day, what is a yeere? |
| What then is loue but mourning? |
| When Laura Smiles |
| When Thou Must Home to Shades of Underground |
| When the God of merrie loue |
| When thou must home to shades of vnder ground |
| Your faire lookes enflame my desire |
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