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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Madrigal 26. I dare not speak of that thrice holy hill

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

I DARE not speak of that thrice holy hill,

Which, spread with silver lilies, lies;

Nor of those violets which void veins full fill,

Nor of that maze on love’s hill-top:

These secrets must not be surveyed with eyes!

No creature may those flowers crop!

Nor bathe in that clear fountain,

Where none but PHŒBE with chaste virgins wash!

In bottom of that sacred mountain—

But, whither, now? Thy verses overlash!


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