George Turberville
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George Turberville (or Turbervile; about 1540 – before 1597) was an English poet.
Epitaphs, Epigrams, Songs and Sonnets (1567)
[edit]- "The Louer to his Ladie that gased much vp to the Skies"
- My Girle, thou gazest much
vpon the golden Skies:
Would I were Heauen, I would behold
thée then with all mine eies.- Translating Anthologia Palatina, VII, 669
- Modernised:"The Lover to his Lady, that gazed much up to the Skies"My Girl, thou gazest much
Upon the golden skies:
Would I were Heaven, I would behold
Thee then with all mine eyes.
- "To his Ladie, that by hap when he kissed hir and made hir lip bleed, controld him and tooke disdaine"
- Discharge thy dole,
Thou subtile soule,
It standes in little stéede
To cursse the kisse
That causer is
Thy chirrie lip doth bléede.
Thy bloud ascends
To make amends
For domage thou hast donne:
For by the same
I felt a flame
More scorching than the Sunne.
Thou reftst my harte
By secret Arte,
My sprites were quite subdude:
My Senses fled
And I was ded,
Thy lippes were scarce imbrude.
The kisse was thine,
The hurt was mine,
My hart felt all the paine:
Twas it that bled
And lookte so red,
I tell thée once againe.
But if you long
To wreake your wrong
Vpon your friendly fo:
Come kisse againe
And put to paine
The man that hurt you so.- Modernised:"To his Lady, that by hap when he kissed her and made her lip bleed, controlled him and took disdain" Discharge thy dole,
Thou subtle soul,
It stands in little stead
To curse the kiss
That causer is
Thy cherry lip doth bleed.
Thy blood ascends
To make amends
For damage thou hast done:
For by the same
I felt a flame
More scorching than the sun.
Thou reft’st my heart
By secret art,
My sprites were quite subdued:
My senses fled
And I was dead,
Thy lips were scarce imbrued.
The kiss was thine,
The hurt was mine,
My heart felt all the pain:
’Twas it that bled
And looked so red,
I tell thee once again.
But if you long
To wreak your wrong
Upon your friendly foe;
Come kiss again
And put to pain
The man that hurt you so.
- Modernised:"To his Lady, that by hap when he kissed her and made her lip bleed, controlled him and took disdain" Discharge thy dole,
External links
[edit]- Encyclopedic article on George Turberville on Wikipedia