The speckled thrush, raising his bill aloft 

 To swallow the red berry on the ash 

 By thy white window, three short paces off ? 

 If this thou hast not done, and hast done that, 

 I do exile thee from the moon twelve whole 

 Calendar months, debarring thee from use 

 Of rose, bud, blossom, odour, simile. 

 And furthermore I do hereby pronounce 

 Divorce between the nightingale and thee. 



N 



LANDOR. 



SONNET 



YMPH of the garden where all beauties be, — 

 Beauties which do in excellency pass 

 His who till death looked in a watery glass. 

 Or hers whom naked the Troian boy did see ; 

 Sweet garden-nymph, which keeps the cherry tree 

 Whose fruit does far the Hesperian taste surpass. 

 Most sweet-fair, most fair-sweet, do not, alas. 

 From coming near those cherries banish me. 

 For though, full of desire, empty of wit. 

 Admitted late by your best-graced grace, 

 I caught at one of them, and hungry bit ; 

 Pardon that fault ; once more grant me the place 

 And I do swear, even by the same delight, 

 I will but kiss ; I never more will bite. 



SIDNEY. 



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