Author: Thomas Campion

Cited by

• Peter Robinson (1)
  • IN: Gallows View (1987) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now winter nights enlarge The number of their houres, And clouds their stormes discharge Upon the ayrie towres; Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine, Let well-tun'd words amaze With harmonie divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall waite on hunny Love, While youthfull Revels, Masks, and Courtly sights, Sleepes leaden spels remove.
    FROM: The Third Booke of Ayres, (1617), Song, UK
• Elizabeth Hand (1)
  • IN: Wylding Hall (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the ayre, Thrice sit thou mute in this inchanted chayre; Then thrice three times tye up this true loves knot, And murmur soft, shee will, or shee will not. Goe burn these poys’nous weedes in yon blew fire, These Screech-owles fethers, and this prickling bryer, This Cypresse gathered at a dead mans grave: That all thy feares and cares an end may have. Then come, you Fayries, dance with me a round, Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound. In vaine are all the charmes I can devise: She hath an Arte to breake them with her eyes.
    FROM: Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes, (1617), Song, UK