Thomas Copeland

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365 appearances 1 recordings 1 series first heard Aug 2026 last heard 3 Aug

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Story of King Arthur, in Twelve Tales · Astrophel and Stella-Sir Philip Sidney · 3 Aug 2026 podcast

love by sure proof i may call thee unkind that gives no better ear to my just cries thou whom to me such my good turn should bind as i may well recount but none comprise for when naked boy thou couldst no harbour find in this old world grown now so too too wise i lodged thee in my heart and being blind by nature born i gave to thee mine eyes mine eyes

my light my heart my life alas if so great services may scorn it be yet let this thought thy tigerish courage pass that i perhaps am somewhat kin to thee since in thine arms if learned fame truth hath spread thou bearest the arrow i the arrow-head sixty six

and do i see some cause a hope to feed or doth the tedious burden of long woe in weakened minds quick apprehending breed of every image which may comfort show i cannot bribe of word much less of deed fortune wheels still with me in one sort slow my wealth no more and no whit less my need desire still on the stilts of fear doth go

and yet amid all fears a hope there is stone to my heart since last fair night nay day stella's eyes sent to me the beams of bliss looking on me while i looked other way but when mine eyes back to their heaven did move they fled with blush which guilty seemed of love sixty seven hope

art thou true or dost thou flatter me doth stella now begin with piteous eye the ruins of her conquest to espy will she take time before all racket be her eye's speech is translated thus by thee but fail'st thou not in phrase so heavenly high look on again the fair text better try

What blushing notes dost thou in margin see?

What sighs stolen out or killed before full-born?

Hast thou found such and such like arguments, or art thou else to comfort me for sworn?

Well, howso thou interpret the contents, I am resolved thy error to maintain, rather than by more truth to get more pain.

stella the only planet of my light light of my life and life of my desire chief good whereto my hope doth only aspire world of my wealth and heaven of my delight why dost thou spend the treasures of thy sprite with voice more fit to wed amphion's lyre seeking to quench in me the noble fire fed by thy worth and kindled by thy sight and all in vain

for while thy breath most sweet with choicest words thy words with reasons rare thy reasons firmly set on virtue's feet labour to kill in me this killing care oh think i then what paradise of joy it is so fair a virtue to enjoy sixty nine

o joy too high for my low style to show o bliss fit for a nobler state than me envy put out thine eyes lest thou do see what oceans of delight in me do flow

my friend that oft saw through all masks my woe come come and let me pour myself on thee gone is the winter of my misery my spring appears oh see what here doth grow for stella hath with words where faith doth shine of her high heart given me the monarchy

i i oh i may say that she is mine and though she give but thus conditionally this realm of bliss while virtuous course i take no kings be crowned but they some covenants make

my muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy if still i force her in sad rhymes to creep she oft hath drunk my tears now hopes to enjoy nectar of mirth since i jove's cup to keep sonnets be not bound prentice to annoy trebles sing high as well as basses deep

grief but love's winter liver ears the boy hath cheeks to smile as well as eyes to weep come then my muse show thou height of delight in well-raised notes my pen the best it may shall paint out joy though but in black and white cease eager muse peace pen for my sake stay

i give you here my hand for truth of this why silence is best music unto bliss seventy one who will in fairest book of nature know how virtue may best lodged in beauty be let him but learn of love to read in thee stella those fair lines which true goodness show

there shall he find all vices overthrow not by rude force but sweetest sovereignty of reason from whose light those night-birds fly that inward sun in thine eyes shineth so and not content to be perfection's heir thyself dost strive all minds that way to move who mark in thee what is in thee most fair so while thy beauty draws the heart to love as fast thy virtue bends that love to good

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