O Come Quickly!
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tird pilgrims limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming are the joys of heavens high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessd only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
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"Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,..."
This evocative piece by Thomas Campion, titled "O Come Quickly!", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...