Thomas Copeland
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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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For though I oft myself of them bemoan that through my heart their beamy darts be gone, whose cureless wounds even now most freshly bleed, yet, since my death-wound is already got—
dear killer spare not thy sweet cruel shot a kind of grace it is to slay with speed forty nine i on my horse and love on me doth try our horsemanships while by strange work i prove a horseman to my horse a horse to love
and now man's wrongs in me poor beast descry the reign wherewith my rider doth me tire humble thoughts which bit of reverence move curbed in with fear but with guilt boss above of hope which makes it seem fair to the eye the wand is will thou fancy saddle art girt fast by memory
and while i spur my horse he spurs with sharp desire my heart he sits me fast however i do stir and now hath made me to his hand so right that in the manage myself takes delight
fifty stella the fulness of my thoughts of thee cannot be stayed within my panting breast but they do swell and struggle forth of me till that in words thy figure be expressed and yet as soon as they so form it be according to my lord love's own behest with sad eyes i their weak proportion see to portrait that which in this world is best
so that i cannot choose but write my mind and cannot choose but put out what i write while these poor babes their death in birth do find and now my pen these lines had dashed quite but that they stopped his fury from the same because their forefront bare sweet stella's name fifty one
pardon mine ears both i and they do pray so may your tongues still fluidly proceed to them that do such entertainment need so may you still have somewhat new to say on silly me do not the burthen lay of all the grave conceits your brain doth breed but find some hercules to bear in stead of atlas tired your wisdom's heavenly sway
For me, while you discourse of courtly tides, of cunning fishers in most troubled streams, of straying waves when valiant error guides, meanwhile my heart confers with Stella's beams, and is even irked that so sweet comedy by such unsuited speech should hindered be.
fifty two a strife is grown between virtue and love while each pretends that stella must be his her eyes her lips her all saith love do this since they do wear his badge most firmly prove
but virtue thus that title doth disprove that stella o dear name that stella is that virtuous soul sure heir of heavenly bliss not this fair outside which our hearts doth move and therefore though her beauty and her grace be loves indeed in stella's self he may by no pretence claim any manner place
well love since this demur our suit doth stay let virtue have that stellar self yet thus that virtue but that body grant to us
53.
In martial sports I had my cunning tried, and yet to break more staves did me address, while with the people's shouts, I must confess, youth, luck, and praise even filled my veins with pride, when Cupid, having me his slave, descried in Mars's livery, prancing in the press, What now, so fool, said he, I would no less.
Look here, I say.
I looked, and Stella spied.
who heart by made a window send forth light my heart then quaked then dazzled were mine eyes one hand forgot to rule the other to fight nor trumpet sound i heard nor friendly cries my foe came on and beat the air for me till that her blush taught me my shame to see
54.
Because I breathe not love to every one, nor do not use set colours for to wear, nor nourish special locks of vowed hair, nor give each speech a full point of a groan, the courtly nymphs acquainted with the moan of them who in their lips love standard bear, what, he, say they of me, now I dare swear he cannot love?
No, no, let him alone.
and think so still so stella know my mind profess indeed i do not cupid's art but you fair maids at length this true shall find that his right badge is but worn in the heart dumb swans not chattering pies do lovers prove they love indeed who quake to say they love fifty five
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