No pox?
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From: British & Irish poets [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of GILES GOODLAND
Sent: 17 September 2010 12:56
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Subject: an old poem
Fowler, William, 1560-1612 : X. SONETT PEDANTESQUE. [from The Works
(1914-1940)]
1 transcendant Sun! Sublime irradiant lux!
2 quhase solshyne rayes my eyes to vewe dar vix,
3 quha in tempestouous procells is my dux,
4 and keips my name fro Lethes Laike and stix,
5 o charming circe! o lesbia faire as nix!
6 quha to my cupidineous thoughts is trux,
7 quha liquefacts my spreits as fyre dois pix,
8 and maks my lyfe exspyre as theif on crux,
9 lat thir hoarse [?] clamours of my vaucal vox
10 perverberat your eares or orcus vex,
11 facilitat the passage of my nox,
12 and w i t h his darte accelerat my nex:
13 bot gif the fates will not permitt me pax,
14 Lat atrops kill by falx as love be fax.
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