A BALLAD.
MARGARITA first possest,
If I remember well, my brest,
Margarita first of all;
But when awhile the wanton maid
With my restless heart had play’d,
Martha took the flying ball.
Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine.
Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry she to part
With the possession of my heart)
To Eliza’s conquering face.
Eliza till this hour might reign,
Had she not evil counsels ta’en.
Fundamental laws she broke,
And still new favorites she chose,
Till up in arms my passions rose,
And cast away her yoke.
Mary then, and gentle Anne,
Both to reign at once began;
Alternately they sway’d;
And sometimes Mary was the fair,
And sometimes Anne the Crown did wear,
And sometimes both I obey’d.
Another Mary then arose
And did rigorous laws impose;
A mighty tyrant she!
Long, alas! should I have been
Under that iron-scepter’d queen,
Had not Rebecca set me free.
When fair Rebecca set me free,
‘Twas then a golden time with me:
But soon those pleasures fled;
For the gracious princess dy’d,
In her youth and beauty’s pride,
And Judith reigned in her stead.
One month, three days, and half an hour,
Judith held the soveraign power:
Wondrous beautiful her face!
But so weak and small her wit,
That she to govern was unfit,
And so Susanna took her place.
But when Isabella came,
Arm’d with a resistless flame,
And th’ artillery of her eye;
Whilst she proudly march’d about,
Greater conquests to find out,
She beat out Susan by the bye.
But in her place I then obey’d
Black-ey’d Bess, her viceroy-maid;
To whom ensu’d a vacancy:
Thousand worse passions than possest
The interregnum of my breast;
Bless me from such an anarchy!
Gentle Henriette then,
And a third Mary, next began;
Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria;
And then a pretty Thomasine,
And then another Katharine,
And then a long et cætera.
But should I now to you relate,
The strength and riches of their state;
The powder, patches, and the pins,
The ribbons, jewels, and the rings,
The lace, the paint, and warlike things,
That make up all their magazines;
If I should tell the politic arts
To take and keep men’s hearts;
The letters, embassies, and spies,
The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries,
The quarrels, tears, and perjuries
(Numberless, nameless, mysteries!)
And all the little lime-twigs laid,
By Machiavel the waiting-maid;
I more voluminous should grow
(Chiefly if I like them should tell
All change of weathers that befell)
Than Holinshed or Stow.
But I will briefer with them be,
Since few of them were long with me.
An higher and a nobler strain
My present Emperess does claim,
Heleonora, first o’ th’ name;
Whom God grant long to reign!
A few random poems:
- On Death poem – John Keats poems
- Long-Legged Fly by William Butler Yeats
- Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope
- Николай Глазков – Последний зимний
- Reverie Zahir U Din
- Яков Полонский – Белая ночь
- Groupie poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Юрий Галансков – Человеческий манифест
- My Highland Lassie, O by Robert Burns
- Peace Universal Good
- Passion makes the old medicine new: by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Lord God Have Mercy On Me
- Gloucester Moods by William Vaughn Moody
- Further You Go Longer You Stay
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давайте я спою вам в подражанье радиолам
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- The Day Of Wrath / Dies Iræ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Confederate Flags poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Bride poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- T.A.H. poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Presentiment poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Polyphemus poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Politics poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Montefiore poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Matter For Gratitude poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Matter For Gratitude poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Invocation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Geotheos poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Egotist poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Creation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Convalescent poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
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Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.