Now What Is Love by Sir Walter Raleigh
Now What Is Love by Sir Walter Raleigh Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell; It is, perhaps, the sauncing bell That tolls all into heaven or hell; And this is Love, as I hear tell. Yet what is Love, I prithee, […]
On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick by Sir Walter Raleigh
On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick by Sir Walter Raleigh To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session, His kids were his delight, and physics his profession; Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge, Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to […]
Nature that Washed Her Hands in Milk by Sir Walter Raleigh
Nature that Washed Her Hands in Milk by Sir Walter Raleigh Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, At love’s request to try them, If she a mistress could compose To please love’s fancy out of those. Her eyes he would should […]
My Last Will by Sir Walter Raleigh
My Last Will by Sir Walter Raleigh When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the world of sight and sound, One or two of those I leave Will remember me and grieve, Thinking how I made them gay By the things I used […]
Like Truthless Dreams, So Are My Joys Expired by Sir Walter Raleigh
Like Truthless Dreams, So Are My Joys Expired by Sir Walter Raleigh Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired, And past return are all my dandled days; My love misled, and fancy quite retired— Of all which passed the sorrow only stays. My lost delights, now clean from sight of land, Have left me […]
Life by Sir Walter Raleigh
Life by Sir Walter Raleigh What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the […]
His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh
His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope’s true gage; And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body’s balmer; No other balm will there be given: […]
Her Reply by Sir Walter Raleigh
Her Reply by Sir Walter Raleigh IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold; When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest […]
Farewell to the Court by Sir Walter Raleigh
Farewell to the Court by Sir Walter Raleigh Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir’d, And past return are all my dandled days; My love misled, and fancy quite retir’d– Of all which pass’d the sorrow only stays. My lost delights, now clean from sight of land, Have left me all alone in unknown […]
Epitaph by Sir Walter Raleigh
Epitaph by Sir Walter Raleigh Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and […]
A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner by Sir Walter Raleigh
A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner by Sir Walter Raleigh VERSE I In a famed town of Caledonia’s land, A prosperous port contiguous to the strand, A monarch feasted in right royal state; But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great, And well his faithful servants could surmise From […]
A Farewell to False Love by Sir Walter Raleigh
A Farewell to False Love by Sir Walter Raleigh Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason. A […]
The Paint-Kings by Washington Allston
Fair Ellen was long the delight of the young, No damsel could with her compare; Her charms were the theme of the heart and the tongue. And bards without number in extacies sung, The beauties of Ellen the fair. Yet cold was the maid; and tho’ legions advanced, All drill’d by Ovidean art, And languish’d, […]
Rosalie by Washington Allston
‘O POUR upon my soul again That sad, unearthly strain, That seems from other worlds to plain; Thus falling, falling from afar, As if some melancholy star Had mingled with her light her sighs, And dropped them from the skies! ‘No,—never came from aught below This melody of woe, That makes my heart to overflow, […]
On The Luxembourg Gallery by Washington Allston
There is a Charm no vulgar mind can reach. No critick thwart, no mighty master teach; A Charm how mingled of the good and ill! Yet still so mingled that the mystick whole Shall captive hold the struggling Gazer’s will, ‘Till vanquish’d reason own its full control. And such, oh Rubens, thy mysterious art, The […]
Eccentricity by Washington Allston
Alas, my friend! what hope have I of fame, Who am, as Nature made me, still the same? And thou, poor suitor to a bankrupt muse, How mad thy toil, how arrogant thy views! What though endued with Genius’ power to move The magick chords of sympathy and love, The painter’s eye, the poet’s fervid […]
Art by Washington Allston
O Art, high gift of Heaven! how oft defamed When seeming praised! To most a craft that fits, By dead, prescriptive Rule, the scattered bits Of gathered knowledge; even so misnamed By some who would invoke thee; but not so By him,-the noble Tuscan,-who gave birth To forms unseen of man, unknown to Earth, Now […]
America To Great Britain by Washington Allston
ALL hail! thou noble land, Our Fathers’ native soil! Oh, stretch thy mighty hand, Gigantic grown by toil, O’er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phœbus travels bright The world o’er! The Genius of our clime, From his pine-embattled steep, Shall hail […]
Love Compared To A Game Of Tables by William Strode
Love Compared To A Game Of Tables by William Strode Love is a game at tables where the dye Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly: If once you catch their fancie in a blott It’s tenne to one if then you enter not: You being a gamester then may boldly venter, And if you […]
Keepe On Your Maske (Version for his Mistress) by William Strode
Keepe On Your Maske (Version for his Mistress) by William Strode Keepe on your maske and hide your eye For in beholding you I dye. Your fatall beauty Gorgon-like Dead with astonishment doth strike. Your piercing eyes that now I see Are worse than Basilisks to me. Shut from mine eyes those hills of snow, […]
Keepe On Your Maske And Hide Your Eye by William Strode
Keepe On Your Maske And Hide Your Eye by William Strode Keepe on your maske, and hide your eye, For with beholding you I dye: Your fatall beauty, Gorgon-like, Dead with astonishment will strike; Your piercing eyes if them I see Are worse than basilisks to mee. Shutt from mine eyes those hills of snowe, […]
Justification by William Strode
Justification by William Strode See how the Rainbow in the skie Seems gaudy through the Suns bright eye; Harke how an Eccho answere makes, Feele how a board is smooth’d with waxe, Smell how a glove putts on perfume, Tast how theyr sweetnesse pills assume: So by imputed Justice, Clay Seemes faire, well spoke, smooth, […]
Jacke-On-Both-Sides by William Strode
Jacke-On-Both-Sides by William Strode I hold as fayth What Rome’s Church sayth Where the King’s head, That flock’s misled Where th’ Altar’s drest That People’s blest Who shuns the Masse Hee’s but an Asse Who Charity preach They Heav’n soone reach On Fayth t’rely, ‘Tis heresy What England’s Church allows My Conscience disavowes; That Church […]
William Strode – William Strode
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In Commendation Of Musick by William Strode
In Commendation Of Musick by William Strode When whispering straynes doe softly steale With creeping passion through the hart, And when at every touch wee feele Our pulses beate and beare a part; When thredds can make A hartstring shake Philosophie Can scarce deny The soule consists of harmony. When unto heavenly joy wee feyne […]
Her Epitaph by William Strode
Her Epitaph by William Strode Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, ’tis but a loane; And wee must have it back, Her owne, The very same; Marke mee, the same: Thou canst not cheat us with a lame Deformed Carcase; Shee was fayre, Fresh as Morning, sweete […]
For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her by William Strode
For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her by William Strode What mystery was this; that I should finde My blood in kissing you to stay behinde? ‘Twas not for want of color that requirde My blood for paynt: No dye could be desirde On that […]
Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman by William Strode
Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman by William Strode One pitt containes him now that could not dye Before a thousand pitts in him did lye; Soe many spotts upon his flesh were shewne ‘Cause on his soule sinne fastned almost none. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by […]
Consolatorium, Ad Parentes by William Strode
Consolatorium, Ad Parentes by William Strode Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the world, Heaven lent her you: And is it just then to complayne When each hath but his owne againe? Then thinke what both your glories are In her preferment: […]
Chloris in the Snow by William Strode
Chloris in the Snow by William Strode I SAW fair Chloris walk alone, When feather’d rain came softly down, As Jove descending from his Tower To court her in a silver shower: The wanton snow flew to her breast, Like pretty birds into their nest, But, overcome with whiteness there, For grief it thaw’d into […]
Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode
Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode See sinfull soul thy Saviours suffering see, His Blessed hands and feet fix’t fast to tree: Observe what Rivulets of blood stream forth His painful pierced side, each drop more worth Than tongue of men and Angels can express: Hast to him, cursed Caitiffe, and confess All thy […]
An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron by William Strode
An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron by William Strode Farewell Example, Living Rule farewell; Whose practise shew’d goodness was possible, Who reach’d the full outstretch’d perfection Of Man, of Lawyer, and of Christian. Suppose a Man more streight than Reason is, Whose grounded Habit could not tread amisse Though Reason slepd; a […]
An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode
An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch’d in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby get occasion to redeeme Thousands out of the grave: though cold hee seeme He keepes those warme that else would […]
An Eare-Stringe by William Strode
An Eare-Stringe by William Strode ‘Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme, Your eare itselfe outpasseth them. When idle words are passing here, I warne and pull you by the eare. This silken chayne stands wayting here For golden tongues to tye on there. Here silken twynes, there locks you see– Now tell me […]
An Antheme by William Strode
An Antheme by William Strode O sing a new song to the Lord, Praise in the hight and deeper strayne; Come beare your parts with one accord, Which you in Heaven may sing againe. Yee elders all, and all the crowd That in white robes apparrell’d stands Like Saints on earth, sing out aloud, Think […]
A Watch-String by William Strode
A Watch-String by William Strode Tyme’s picture here invites your eyes, See with how running wheeles it flyes! These strings can do what no man could– The tyme they fast in prison hold. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the […]
A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses by William Strode
A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses by William Strode Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make it as long againe as tis: The houre shee smiles in lett it bee By thy art increas’d to three: […]
A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode
A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode Now the declining sun ‘gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when near to Tiber’s flow A lutinist allay’d his careful woe With sounding charms, and in a greeny seat Of shady oake took shelter from […]
A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode
A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode Whatever in Philoclea the fair Or the discreet Pamela figur’d are, Change but the name the virtues are your owne, And for a fiction there a truth is knowne: If any service here perform’d you see, If duty and affection paynted […]
A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode
A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand’ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But only what occasion brought, A sight surpriz’d my hart at last, Nor knewe I well what made it burne; Amazement held me then so fast […]