 | English poets - 1801 - 382 str.
...soft rest of cares ! come, night, Come, naked virtue's only 'tire, That rcapest harvest of the light, Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arras. Come night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious day's out-facing face ; And all thy crowned... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 str.
...face ; And all thy crowned flames command, For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war, &c. No need have we of factious Day, " To cast, in envy of thy peace, Herbals of discord in thy way ; Her beauty's day doth never cease. Love calls to war, &c. The evening... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 470 str.
...soft, rest of cares ! come, Night, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's out-facing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 472 str.
...soft rest of cares ! come, Night, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war ; Sighs, his alarms, Lips, his swords are, The field, his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's out-facing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 594 str.
...Come, naked virtues only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms ;' Lips his swords are, The field his anus. Come, night, and lay the velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ; And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1815 - 572 str.
...command, For torches to our nuptial grace. Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms ; . • •„« Lips liis swords are, The field his arms. ,- ,*. No need have...we of factious Day, To cast, in envy of thy peace, •• ,$n Her balls of discord in thy way : t-.\ Here Beauty's day doth never cease, .. -. ,; Day... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 610 str.
...Come, naked virtues only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms ; Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, night, and lay the velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face ;. And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 1070 str.
...triple sphere. Hero, Alcmane, Mya, so outshine thee, Ere thou come here let Thetis thrice refine thee. Love calls to war,— Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. The evening star I see ; Rise, youths! the evening star Helps Love to summon war, Both now embracing... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 388 str.
...Come, naked virtue's only tire, The reaped harvest of the light, Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. Love calls to war, — Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand On glorious Day's outfacing face : And all thy crowned flames... | |
 | Christopher Marlowe - 1826 - 398 str.
...triple sphere. Hero, Alcmane, Mya, so outshine thee, Ere thou come here let Thetis thrice refine thee. Love calls to war, — Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords are, The field his arms. The evening star I see ; Rise, youths ! the evening star Helps Love to summon war, Both now embracing... | |
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Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms. 
