Verse > Anthologies > Elizabethan Sonnets > Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe by Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)
    Front Matter
    Introductory: Go, bastard Orphan! Pack thee hence
Sonnet I. Mistress! Behold, in this true speaking Glass
Sonnet II. Whiles, with strong chains of hardy tempered steel
Sonnet III. He, when continual vigil moved my Watch
Sonnet IV. Laya, soon sounding out his nature throughly
Sonnet V. It chanced, after, that a youthful Squire
Sonnet VI. Him when I caught, what chains had I provided!
Sonnet VII. Her love to me, She forthwith did impawn
Sonnet VIII. Then to Parthenophe, with all post haste
Sonnet IX. So did Parthenophe release mine Heart!
Sonnet X. Yet give me leave, since all my joys be perished
Sonnet XI. Why didst thou, then, in such disfigured guise
Madrigal 1. O Powers Celestial! with what sophistry
Madrigal 2. Might not this be for man’s more certainty
Sonnet XII. Vext with th’assaults of thy conceivèd beauty
Sonnet XIII. When none of these, my sorrows would allege
Madrigal 3. Once in an arbour was my Mistress sleeping
Madrigal 4. There, had my Zeuxis place and time, to draw
Sonnet XIV. Then him controlling, that he left undone
Sonnet XV. Where, or to whom, then, shall I make complaint?
Sonnet XVI. Yea, that accursed Deed, before unsealed
Sonnet XVII. How then succeedeth that, amid this woe
Sonnet XVIII. Write! write! help! help, sweet Muse! and never cease!
Sonnet XIX. Imperious Jove, with sweet lipped Mercury
Sonnet XX. These Eyes (thy Beauty’s Tenants!) pay due tears
Sonnet XXI. Yea, but uncertain hopes are Anchors feeble
Sonnet XXII. From thine heart’s ever burning Vestal fire
Sonnet XXIII. When, with the Dawning of my first delight
Sonnet XXIV. These, mine heart-eating Eyes do never gaze
Sonnet XXV. Then count it not disgrace! if any view me
Sonnet XXVI. When lovely wrath, my Mistress’ heart assaileth
Sonnet XXVII. Why do I draw this cool relieving air
Sonnet XXVIII. So be my labours endless in their turns
Sonnet XXIX. Bless still the myrrh tree, Venus! for thy meed!
Sonnet XXX. So this continual fountain of my Tears
Sonnet XXXI. I burn, yet am I cold! I am a cold, yet burn!
Sonnet XXXII. Sarce twice seven times had Phœbus’ waggon wheel
Sonnet XXXIII. Next, when the boundless fury of my sun
Sonnet XXXIV. But when, in May, my world’s bright fiery sun
Sonnet XXXV. Next, when my sun, by progress, took his hold
Sonnet XXXVI. And thus continuing with outrageous fire
Sonnet XXXVII. But Pity, which sometimes doth lions move
Sonnet XXXVIII. When thine heart-piercing answers could not hinder
Sonnet XXXIX. Then (from her Venus, and bright Mercury
Sonnet XL. But, ah, my plague, through time’s outrage, increased!
Sonnet XLI. When my sun, Cupid, took his next abiding
Sonnet XLII. Pass all! Ah, no! No jot will be omitted
Sonnet XLIII. Now in my Zodiac’s last extremest sign
Madrigal 5. Such strange effects wrought by thought-wounding Cupid
Madrigal 6. O why loved I? For love, to purchase hatred!
Madrigal 7. Youth’s wanton Spring, when in the raging Bull
Madrigal 8. Why am I thus in mind and body wounded?
Sonnet XLIV. O dart and thunder! whose fierce violence
Sonnet XLV. Sweet Beauty’s rose! in whose fair purple leaves
Sonnet XLVI. Ah, pierce-eye piercing eye, and blazing light!
Sonnet XLVII. Give me my Heart! For no man liveth heartless!
Sonnet XLVIII. I wish no rich refined Arabian gold!
Sonnet XLIX. Cool! cool in waves, thy beams intolerable
Sonnet L. So warble out your tragic notes of sorrow
Sonnet LI. Lame Consonants, of member-Vowels robbed!
Sonnet LII. Methought, Calliope did from heaven descend
Madrigal 9. For glory, pleasure, and fair flourishing
Madrigal 10. Thou scaled my fort, blind Captain of Conceit!
Madrigal 11. Thine Eyes, mine heaven! (which harbour lovely rest
Madrigal 12. Like to the Mountains, are mine high desires
Sonnet LIII. Why do I draw my breath, vain sighs to feed
Sonnet LIV. When I was young, indued with Nature’s graces
Sonnet LV. Nymphs, which in beauty mortal creatures stain
Sonnet LVI. The Dial! love, which shews how my days spend
Sonnet LVII. Thy beauty is the Sun, which guides my day
Sonnet LVIII. Fair Clytie doth flourish with the Spring
Sonnet LIX. Ah me! sweet beauty lost, returns no more
Sonnet LX. Whilst some, the Trojan wars in verse recount
Sonnet LXI. To none but to Prometheus, me compare!
Sonnet LXII. Fie! fie, fierce Tyrant! Quench this furious rage!
Madrigal 13. Soft, lovely, rose-like lips, conjoined with mine!
Madrigal 14. Ah, ten times worse tormented than before!
Sonnet LXIII. Jove for Europa’s love, took shape of Bull
Sonnet LXIV. If all the Loves were lost, and should be found
Sonnet LXV. O that I had no heart! as I have none
Sonnet LXVI. Ah, sweet Content! where is thy mild abode?
Sonnet LXVII. If Cupid keep his quiver in thine eye
Sonnet LXVIII. Would GOD (when I beheld thy beauteous face
Sonnet LXIX. The leafless branches of the lifeless boughs
Sonnet LXX. What can these wrinkles and vain tears portend
Sonnet LXXI. Those hairs of angels’ gold, thy nature’s treasure
Sonnet LXXII. My Mistress’ beauty matched with the Graces’
Sonnet LXXIII. Why did rich Nature, Graces grant to thee?
Sonnet LXXIV. Cease, over-tired Muses! to complain!
Sonnet LXXV. Love is a name too lovely for the god!
Sonnet LXXVI. Be blind, mine Eyes! which saw that stormy frown
Sonnet LXXVII. How can I live in mind’s or body’s health
Sonnet LXXVIII. The proudest Planet in his highest sphere
Sonnet LXXIX. Covetous Eyes! What did you late behold?
Sonnet LXXX. Long-wished for Death! sent by my Mistress’ doom
Sonnet LXXXI. O kingly Jealousy! which canst admit
Sonnet LXXXII. The Chariot, with the Steed is drawn along
Sonnet LXXXIII. Dark Night! Black Image of my foul Despair!
Sonnet LXXXIV. My sweet Parthenophe! within thy face
Sonnet LXXXV. From East’s bed rosy, whence Aurora riseth
Sonnet LXXXVI. O Fiery Rage! when wilt thou be consumed?
Sonnet LXXXVII. Burn on, sweet Fire! For I live by that fuel
Sonnet LXXXVIII. Within thine eyes, mine heart takes all his rest!
Sonnet LXXXIX. What be those hairs dyed like the marigold?
Sonnet XC. My Mistress’ Arms, are these; fair, clear, and bright
Sonnet XCI. These bitter gusts, which vex my troubled seas
Sonnet XCII. Wilt thou know wonders, by thy beauty wrought?
Sonnet XCIII. Begs Love! which whilom was a deity?
Sonnet XCIV. Forth from mine eyes, with full tide, flows a river
Sonnet XCV. Thou bright beam-spreading Love’s thrice happy Star!
Sonnet XCVI. The Sun in Pisces; Venus did intend
Sonnet XCVII. O why should Envy, with sweet Love consort?
Sonnet XCVIII. The Sun, my Lady’s Beauty represents!
Sonnet XCIX. This careful head, with divers thoughts distressed
Sonnet C. Pleading for pity to my Mistress’ eyes
Sonnet CI. Had I been banished from the native soil
Sonnet CII. Vain gallants! whose much longing spirits tickle
Madrigal 15. Nature’s pride, Love’s pearl, Virtue’s perfection
Madrigal 16. Sleep Phœbus still, in glaucy Thetis’ lap!
Madrigal 17. Envious air, all Nature’s public nurse
Madrigal 18. After Aurora’s blush, the sun arose
Madrigal 19. Thy love’s conceits are wound about mine heart!
Madrigal 20. My Love, alas, is sick! Fie, envious Sickness!
Sonnet CIII. I slept, when (underneath a laurel shade
Madrigal 21. When this celestial goddess had indued
Madrigal 22. In centre of these Stars of Love
Madrigal 23. Phœbus, rich father of eternal light!
Madrigal 24. Thus, as She was, ’bove human glory graced
Madrigal 25. Whiles these two wrathful goddesses did rage
Madrigal 26. I dare not speak of that thrice holy hill
Sestine 1. When I waked out of dreaming
Sonnet CIV. Hold! matchless Mirror of all Womankind!
Elegy I. Why did the milk, which first Alcides nourished
Elegy II. O that, some time, thou saw mine endless fits
Elegy III. Sweet thraldom, by Love’s sweet impression wrought
Elegy IV. This day, sweet Mistress! you to me, did write
Elegy V. Are you so waspish that, from time to time
Elegy VI. Behold these tears, my love’s true tribute payment!
Elegy VII. Youth, full of error! whither dost thou hail me?
Elegy VIII. Cease, Sorrow! Cease, O cease thy rage a little!
Elegy IX. With humble suit, upon my bended knee
Elegy X. In quiet silence of the shady night
Elegy XI. Was it decreed by Fate’s too certain doom
Elegy XII. O never can I see that sunny light!
Elegy XIII. Swift Atalanta (when she lost the prize
Elegy XIV. When I remember that accursèd night
Elegy XV. O dear remembrance of my Lady’s eyes
Elegy XVI. Ah, were my tears, as many writers’ be
Elegy XVII. Dear Mistress! than my soul, to me much dearer!
Elegy XVIII. If neither Love, nor Pity can procure
Elegy XIX. Dear Sorrow! Give me leave to breathe a while!
Elegy XX. O dear vexation of my troubled soul!
Elegy XXI. Happy! depart with speed! Than me, more fortunate ever!
Canzon 1. All beauty’s far perfections rest in thee!
  The First Eidillion of Moschus describing Love
Sestine 2. In sweetest pride of youthful May
Ode 1. When I walk forth into the Woods
Ode 2. Speak, Echo! tell
Canzon 2. Sing! sing, Parthenophil! sing! pipe! and play!
Ode 3. Upon a holy Saintès Eve
Ode 4. Bacchus! Father of all sport!
Ode 5. Parthenophe! See what is sent!
Ode 6. O fair sweet glove!
Ode 7. When I did think to write of war
Ode 8. In a shady grove of myrtle
Ode 9. Behold, out walking in these valleys
Ode 10. Why doth heaven bear a sun
Ode 11. Lovely Maya! Hermes’ mother
Sestine 3. You loathed fields and forests
Ode 12. One night, I did attend my sheep
Ode 13. On the plains
Ode 14. Hark! all you lovely Nymphs forlorn!
Ode 15. Vulcan, in Lemnos Isle
Canzon 3. Sweet is the golden Cowslip bright and fair!
Ode 16. Before bright Titan raised his team
Sestine 4. Echo! What shall I do to my Nymph, when I go to behold her?
Ode 17. Carmen Anacreontium
Ode 18. O that I could make her, whom I love best
Ode 19. Why should I weep in vain, poor and remedyless?
Ode 20. Asclepiad
Sonnet CV. Ah me! How many ways have I assayed
Sestine 5. Then, first, with locks dishevelled and bare
[Dedicatory Sonnets]
        To the Right Noble Lord Henry, Earl of Northumberland
        To the Right Honourable, most renowned and valiant Robert, Earl of Essex and Ewe
        To the Right Noble and virtuous Lord, Henry, Earl of Southampton
        To the most virtuous, learned and beautiful Lady, Mary, Countess of Pembroke
        To the right virtuous and most beautiful Lady, the Lady Strange
        To the beautiful Lady, the Lady Bridget Manners



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