...what bidden cave in rare Ben Jonson's realm did the boy bring such an opal as this ?— SONG. " My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air,...my grave : Such end true lovers have ! " His face ii fair as heaven Where springing buds unfold ; Oh, why to him was't given, Whose heart is wintry cold...

...in rare Ben Jonson's realm did the boy bring such an opal as this ? — ' My silks and fine array, Brings me yew to deck my grave : Such end true lovers have ! " His face is fair as heaven Where springing buds unfold ; Oh, why to him was't given, Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is...

...what hidden cave in rare Ben Jonson's realm did the boy bring such an opal as this ?— SONG. " My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By Love are driven away j And mournful, lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave : Such end true lovers have ! " His face...

...volume, though he often did so in melody and feeling, and more than did so in depth of thought. SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air,...lovers have. His face is fair as heaven When springing Inids unfold ; Oh, why to Mm was't given, Whose heart is wintry cold? His breast is Love's all-worshipped...

...From what hidden cave in Rare Ben Jonson's realm did the boy bring such an opal as this SONG. " My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air,...end true lovers have ! " His face is fair as heaven, Where springing buds unfold ; Oh, why to him was 't given, Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast...

...From what hidden cave in Rare Ben Jonson's realm did the boy bring such an opal as this SONG. " My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air,...end true lovers have ! " His face is fair as heaven, Where springing buds unfold ; Oh, why to him was 't given, Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast...

...From what hidden cave in Rare Ben Jonson's realm did the boy bring such an opal as this SONG. " My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air,...me yew to deck my grave : Such end true lovers have 1 " His face is fair as heaven, Where springing buds unfold ; Oh, why to him was 't given, Whose heart...

...golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. j SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air By love are driven away ; And mournful lean Despair...Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is love's all-worshipp'd tomb, Where all love's pilgrims come. Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding...

...of his lyrics. Here is a stanza which might have been written by an Elizabethan song- writer : — ' His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold...Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is Love's all-worshipt tomb, Where all Love's pilgrims come.' Well, though never locked up, Blake must certainly...

...following; is there anything in it to show that it was not written by an Elizabethan lyrist ? — ' His face is fair as heaven, When springing buds unfold : O why to him was Ч given, Whose heart is wintry cold 1 His breast is love's all-worshipped tomb, Where all love's...