Thomas Copeland
speaker
365 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Aug 2026
last heard 3 Aug
Thomas Copeland’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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is faith so weak or is such force in thee when sun is hid can stars such beams display cannot heaven's food once felt keep stomachs free from base desire on earthly cates to pray tush absence while thy mists eclipse that light my orphan sense flies to the inward sight where memory sets forth the beams of love
that where before heart loved and eyes did see in heart both sight and love now coupled be united powers make each the stronger prove eighty nine
now that of absence the most irksome night with darkest shade doth overcome my day since stella's eyes want to give me my day leaving my hemisphere leave me a night each day seems long and longs for long-stayed night
the night as tedious woos the approach of day tired with the dusty toils of busy day languished with horrors of the silent night suffering the evils both of the day and night while no night is more dark than is my day nor no day hath less quiet than my night with such bad mixture of my night and day that living thus in blackest winter night i feel the flames of hottest summer day
ninety stella think not that i by verse seek fame who seek who hope who love who live but thee thine eyes my pride thy lips mine history if thou praise not all other praises shame nor so ambitious am i as to frame a nest for my young praise in laurel-tree in truth i swear i wish not there should be graved in mine epitaph a poet's name
Nay, if I would, could I just title make, That any law thereof to me should grow, Without my plumes from others' wings I take.
For nothing from my wit or will doth flow, Since all my words thy beauty doth indict, And love doth hold my hand, and makes me right.
91
stella while now by honour's cruel might i am from you light of my life misled and that fair you my son thus overspread with absence veil i live in sorrow's night if this dark place yet show like candle-light some beauty's peace as amber coloured head milk hands rose cheeks or lips more sweet more red or seeing gets black but in blackness bright
They please, I do confess, they please mine eyes.
But why?
Because of you they models be, models such be wood-globes of glistering skies.
Dear, therefore, be not jealous over me.
If you hear that they seem my heart to move, not them, oh, no, but you in them I love.
92
be your words made good sir of indian ware that you allow me them by so small rate or do you cutted spartans imitate or do you mean my tender ears despair that to my questions you so total are when i demand of phoenix stella's state you say forsooth you left her well of late
o god think you that satisfies my care i would know whether she did sit or walk how clothed how waited on sighed she or smiled whereof with whom how often did she talk with what pastime time's journey she beguiled if her lips deign to sweeten my poor name say all and all well said still say the same
ninety three o fate o fault o curse child of my bliss what sobs can give words grace my grief to show what ink is black enough to paint my woe
through me wretch me even stella of exodus yet truth if caitiff's breath may call thee this witness with me that my foul stumbling so from carelessness did in no manner grow but wit confus'd with too much care did miss and do i then myself this vain scuse give
I have, live I and know this, harmed thee.
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