Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (80 page)

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To the Virginian Voyage

 

Michael Drayton (1563–1631)

 

YOU brave heroic minds
 
Worthy your country’s name,
 
That honour still pursue;
 
Go and subdue!
Whilst loitering hinds
  
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Lurk here at home with shame.

 

Britons, you stay too long:
 
Quickly aboard bestow you,
 
And with a merry gale
 
Swell your stretch’d sail
  
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With vows as strong
 
As the winds that blow you.

 

Your course securely steer,
 
West and by south forth keep!
 
Rocks, lee-shores, nor shoals
  
15
 
When Eolus scowls
You need not fear;
 
So absolute the deep.

 

And cheerfully at sea
 
Success you still entice
  
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To get the pearl and gold,
 
And ours to hold
Virginia,
 
Earth’s only paradise.

 

Where nature hath in store
  
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Fowl, venison, and fish,
 
And the fruitfull’st soil
 
Without your toil
Three harvests more,
 
All greater than your wish.
  
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And the ambitious vine
 
Crowns with his purple mass
 
The cedar reaching high
 
To kiss the sky,
The cypress, pine,
  
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And useful sassafras.

 

To whom the Golden Age
 
Still nature’s laws doth give,
 
No other cares attend,
 
But them to defend
  
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From winter’s rage,
 
That long there doth not live.

 

When as the luscious smell
 
Of that delicious land
 
Above the seas that flows
  
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The clear wind throws,
Your hearts to swell
 
Approaching the dear strand;

 

In kenning of the shore
 
(Thanks to God first given)
  
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O you the happiest men,
 
Be frolic then!
Let cannons roar,
 
Frighting the wide heaven.

 

And in regions far,
  
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Such heroes bring ye forth
 
As those from whom we came;
 
And plant our name
Under that star
 
Not known unto our North.
  
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And as there plenty grows
 
Of laurel everywhere —
 
Apollo’s sacred tree —
 
You it may see
A poet’s brows
  
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To crown, that may sing there.

 

Thy
Voyages
attend,
 
Industrious Hakluyt,
 
Whose reading shall inflame
 
Men to seek fame,
  
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And much commend
 
To after times thy wit.

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Love’s Farewell

 

Michael Drayton (1563–1631)

 

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 all our vows,
  
5
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of love’s latest breath,
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,
  
10
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
 
— Now if thou would’st, when all have given him over,
 
From death to life thou might’st him yet decover!

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Diaphenia

 

Henry Constable (1562–1613)

 

DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as my lambs
Are belovéd of their dams;
  
5
How blest were I if thou would’st prove me.

 

Diaphenia like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,
Fair sweet, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as each flower
  
10
Loves the sun’s life-giving power;
For dead, thy breath to life might move me.

 

Diaphenia like to all things blesséd,
When all thy praises are expresséd,
Dear joy, how I do love thee!
  
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As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their careful king:
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Faeri
e Queene: Book I. The Legend of the Knight of the
Red
Crosse
. Canto I

 

THE FIRST BOOK
OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
CONTAYNING
THE LEGEND OF THE KNIGHT
OF THE RED CROSSE
OR
OF HOLINESSE

 

I

 

LO! I the man, whose Muse whylome did maske,
As time her taught, in lowly shephards weeds,
Am now enforst, a farre unfitter taske,
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds,
And sing of knights and ladies gentle deeds;
  
5
Whose praises having slept in silence long,
Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds
To blazon broade emongst her learned throng:
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.

 

II

 

Helpe then, O holy virgin, chiefe of nyne,
  
10
Thy weaker novice to performe thy will;
Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne
The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,
Of Faerie knights, and fayrest Tanaquill,
Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long
  
15
Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill,
That I must rue his undeserved wrong:
O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong.

 

III

 

And thou, most dreaded impe of highest Jove.
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart
  
20
At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,
That glorious fire it kindled in his hart,
Lay now thy deadly heben bowe apart,
And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde:
Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,
  
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In loves and gentle jollities arraid,
After his murdrous spoyles and bloudie rage allayd.

 

IV

 

And with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright,
Mirrour of grace and majestie divine,
Great Ladie of the greatest Isle, whose light
  
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Like Phœbus lampe throughout the world doth shine,
Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne,
And raise my thoughtes, too humble and too vile,
To thinke of that true glorious type of thine,
The argument of mine afflicted stile:
  
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The which to heare vouchsafe, O dearest dread, a while.

 

CANTO I

 

 
     
The patrone of true Holinesse
 
Foule Errour doth defeate:
Hypocrisie, him to entrappe,
 
Doth to his home entreate.

 

I

 

A GENTLE knight was pricking on the plaine,
Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine,
The cruell markes of many’ a bloody fielde;
  
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Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
  
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II

 

But on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
And dead as living ever him ador’d:
Upon his shield the like was also scor’d,
  
50
For soveraine hope, which in his helpe he had:
Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,
But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.

 

III

 

Upon a great adventure he was bond,
  
55
That greatest Gloriana to him gave,
That greatest glorious queene of Faery Lond,
To winne him worshippe, and her grace to have,
Which of all earthly thinges he most did crave;
And ever as he rode his hart did earne
  
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To prove his puissance in battell brave
Upon his foe, and his new force to learne;
Upon his foe, a dragon horrible and stearne.

 

IV

 

A lovely ladie rode him faire beside,
Upon a lowly asse more white then snow,
  
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Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,
And over all a blacke stole shee did throw:
As one that inly mournd, so was she sad,
And heavie sate upon her palfrey slow:
  
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Seemed in heart some hidden care she had;
And by her in a line a milkewhite lambe she lad.

 

V

 

So pure and innocent, as that same lambe,
She was in life and every vertuous lore,
And by descent from royall lynage came
  
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Of ancient kinges and queenes, that had of yore
Their scepters stretcht from east to westerne shore,
And all the world in their subjection held,
Till that infernall feend with foule uprore
Forwasted all their land, and them expeld:
  
80
Whom to avenge, she had this knight from far compeld.

 

VI

 

Behind her farre away a dwarfe did lag,
That lasie seemd, in being ever last,
Or wearied with bearing of her bag
Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past,
  
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The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast,
And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine
Did poure into his lemans lap so fast,
That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain,
And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.
  
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VII

 

Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand,
A shadie grove not farr away they spide,
That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:
Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommers pride,
Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide,
  
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Not perceable with power of any starr:
And all within were pathes and alleies wide,
With footing worne, and leading inward farr:
Faire harbour that them seemes, so in they entred ar.

 

VIII

 

And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,
  
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Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,
Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred,
Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.
Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy,
The sayling pine, the cedar proud and tall,
  
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The vine-propp elme, the poplar never dry,
The builder oake, sole king of forrests all,
The aspine good for staves, the cypresse funerall,

 

IX

 

The laurell, meed of mightie conquerours
And poets sage, the firre that weepeth still,
  
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The willow worne of forlorne paramours,
The eugh obedient to the benders will,
The birch for shaftes, the sallow for the mill,
The mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound,
The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill,
  
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The fruitfull olive, and the platane round,
The carver holme, the maple seeldom inward sound.

 

X

 

Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,
Untill the blustring storme is overblowne;
When, weening to returne whence they did stray,
  
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They cannot finde that path, which first was showne,
But wander too and fro in waies unknowne,
Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,
That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:
So many pathes, so many turnings seene,
  
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That which of them to take, in diverse doubt they been.

 

XI

 

At last resolving forward still to fare,
Till that some end they finde, or in or out,
That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,
And like to lead the labyrinth about;
  
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Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,
At length it brought them to a hollowe cave,
Amid the thickest woods. The champion stout
Eftsoones dismounted from his courser brave,
And to the dwarfe a while his needlesse spere he gave.
  
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XII

 

‘Be well aware,’ quoth then that ladie milde,
‘Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
The danger hid, the place unknowne and wilde,
Breedes dreadfull doubts: oft fire is without smoke,
And perill without show: therefore your stroke,
  
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Sir knight, with-hold, till further tryall made.’
‘Ah, ladie,’ sayd he, ‘shame were to revoke
The forward footing for an hidden shade:
Vertue gives her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade.’

 

XIII

 

‘Yea, but,’ quoth she, ‘the perill of this place
  
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I better wot then you; though nowe too late
To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,
Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,
To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.
This is the wandring wood, this Errours den,
  
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A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:
Therefore I read beware.’ ‘Fly, fly!’ quoth then
The fearefull dwarfe: ‘this is no place for living men.’

 

XIV

 

But full of fire and greedy hardiment,
The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
  
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But forth unto the darksom hole he went,
And looked in: his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
By which he saw the ugly monster plaine,
Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,
  
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But th’ other halfe did womans shape retaine,
Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.

 

XV

 

And as she lay upon the durtie ground,
Her huge long taile her den all overspred,
Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound,
  
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Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred
A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,
Sucking upon her poisnous dugs, eachone
Of sundrie shapes, yet all ill favored:
Soone as that uncouth light upon them shone,
  
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Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.

 

XVI

 

Their dam upstart, out of her den effraide,
And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile
About her cursed head, whose folds displaid
Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile.
  
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She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle,
Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe;
For light she hated as the deadly bale,
Ay wont in desert darknes to remaine,
Where plain none might her see, nor she see any plaine.
  
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XVII

 

Which when the valiant Elfe perceiv’d, he lept
As lyon fierce upon the flying pray,
And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept
From turning backe, and forced her to stay:
Therewith enrag’d she loudly gan to bray,
  
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And turning fierce, her speckled taile advaunst,
Threatning her angrie sting, him to dismay:
Who, nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst:
The stroke down from her head unto her shoulder glaunst.

 

XVIII

 

Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,
  
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Yet kindling rage her selfe she gathered round,
And all attonce her beastly bodie raizd
With doubled forces high above the ground:
Tho, wrapping up her wrethed sterne arownd,
Lept fierce upon his shield, and her huge traine
  
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All suddenly about his body wound,
That hand or foot to stirr he strove in vaine:
God helpe the man so wrapt in Errours endlesse traine.

 

XIX

 

His lady, sad to see his sore constraint,
Cride out, ‘Now, now, sir knight, shew what ye bee:
  
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Add faith unto your force, and be not faint:
Strangle her, els she sure will strangle thee.’
That when he heard, in great perplexitie,
His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine;
And knitting all his force, got one hand free,
  
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Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine,
That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.

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