Michael Drayton Poems (88 Poems)
Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy (Michael Drayton Poems)
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have labored atSome of this thing, and some of that,And many of they know not what,But that they must be saying. … Continue reading
Ode to the Cambro-Brito (Michael Drayton Poems)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort, Furnish’d in warlike sort, Marcheth … Continue reading
Ballad of Agincourt (Michael Drayton Poems)
Fair stood the wind for FranceWhen we our sails advance,Nor now to prove our chanceLonger will tarry;But putting to the main,At Caux, the mouth of Seine,With all his martial train,Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort,Furnished in warlike sort,Marcheth … Continue reading
To His Valentine (Michael Drayton Poems)
Muse, bid the morn awake,Sad winter now declines,Each bird doth choose a mate,This day’s St. Valentine’s;For that good bishop’s sakeGet up, and let us see,What beauty it shall be,That fortune us assigns. But lo, in happy hour,The place wherein she … Continue reading
To the Harp (Michael Drayton Poems)
That instrument ne’er heardStruck by the skilful bardIt strongly to awake,But it the Infernals searedAnd made Olympus quake. As those prophetic stringsWhose sounds with fiery wingsDrove fiends from their abode,Touched by the best of kings,That sung the holy ode. So … Continue reading
Idea LXI: Since there ‘s no help (Michael Drayton Poems)
SINCE there ‘s no help, come let us kiss and part—Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,That thus so cleanly I myself can free.Shake hands for ever, cancel … Continue reading
Sonnet XXXII: Our Flood’s-Quee (Michael Drayton Poems)
Our flood’s-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown’d,And stately Severn for her shore is prais’d,The crystal Trent for fords and fish renown’d,And Avon’s fame to Albion’s cliffs is rais’d;Carlegion Chester vaunts her holy Dee,York many wonders of her Ouse … Continue reading
Sonnet XLVI: Plain-Path’d (Michael Drayton Poems)
Plain-path’d Experience, th’unlearned’s guide,Her simple followers evidently showsSometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide,Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knows.In making trial of a murther wrought,If the vile actors of the heinous deedNear the dead body happily be brought,Oft it hath been … Continue reading
Sonnet XLV: Muses, Which Sadly Sit (Michael Drayton Poem)
Muses, which sadly sit about my chair, Drown’d in the tears extorted by my lines, With heavy sighs whilst thus I break the air, Painting my passions in these sad designs, Since she disdains to bless my happy verse, The … Continue reading
Sonnet LV: My Fair, If Thou Wilt (Michael Drayton Poem)
My Fair, if thou wilt register my love, A world of volumes shall thereof arise; Preserve my tears, and thou thyself shalt prove A second flood, down-raining from mine eyes. Note by my sighs, and thine eyes shall behold The … Continue reading
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