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-Claremont1.1378- Author: Francis Bacon Title: Poems & Translations Publisher: Riverside Shakespeare Editor: date of Publ: Author:Samuel Daniel Title: Delia Publisher: Editor: date of Publ: Author: Michael Drayton Title: Idea Publisher: Editor: Smith date of Publ: 1897 Author:Sir Edward Dyer Title: 14 Poems Publisher: Editor: Sargent date of Publ: 1935 Author: Earl of Oxford, Richard de Vere Title: Apocrypha Publisher: Riverside Shakespeare Editor: date of Publ: Author: Earl of Oxford, Richard de Vere Title: Poems Publisher: Riverside Shakespeare Editor: date of Publ: Author: Queen Elizabeth I Title: Poems Publisher: Riverside Shakespeare Editor: date of Publ: Author: Edmund Spenser Title: Amoretti or Sonnets Publisher: Editor: date of Publ: Author: Walter Ralegh Title: Poems Publisher: Editor: date of Publ: -Claremont 2.1378- Author: Earl of Oxford (?) Title: Ever or Never Poems (A hundred sundrie flowers) Publisher: Riverside Shakespeare Editor: date of Publ: Author: Dan . . .
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<FILE bacpoems.d> <AUTH> Francis Bacon <TITLE> Poems & Translations <NOTES> Typed and proofed by Ward Elliott, 12 Dec 1987 <POEM> The man of life upright, whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds and thoughts of vanity: The man whose silent days in harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, nor fortune discontent; That man needs neither towers nor armor for defense, Nor secret vaults to fly from thunder's violence: He only can behold with unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep and terrors of the skies; Thus scorning all the care that fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, his wisdom heavenly things; Good thoughts his only friends, his wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn and quiet pilgrimage. <POEM> The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span. In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb: Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But li . . .
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<FILE Evepoems.d> <AUTH> <TITLE> Ever or Never Poems <NOTES> <POEM> To make a lover known, by plain Anatomy, You lovers all that list beware, lo here behold you me. Who though mine only looks, your pity well might move, Yet ever part shall play his part to paint the pangs of love. If first my feeble head, have so much matter left, If fancy's raging force have not his feeble skill bereft. These locks that hang unkempt, these hollow dazzled eyes, These chattering teeth, this trembling tongue, weltered with careful cries. These wan and wrinkled cheeks, well wash'd with waves of woe, May stand for pattern of a ghost, where so this carcass go. These shoulders they sustain, the yoke of heavy care, And on my bruised broken back, the burden must I bear. These arms are brawnfallen now, with beating on my breast, This right hand weary is to write, this left hand craveth rest: These sides enclose the forge, where sorrow plays the smith, And hot desire, hath kindled fire, to wor . . .
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<FILE> Barnpo1.d <AUTH> Richard Barnfield <TITLE> Tears of An Affectionate Shepherd, 1594; The Shepherd's Content, 1594; The Complaint of Chastity, 1594; Helen's Rape, 1594; Cynthia, 1595; Sonnets, 1595; Ode, 1595; Cassandra, (minus). <NOTES> Proofed from scan of Bullen, 1903, WEYE, 8/90: note: heavy substitution of en- for in-; em- for im- embrace for imbrace; enjoy for injoy; 'd endings for -t endings: possess'd for possest. <POEM> <1. The Tears of an affectionate Shepherd, 1594> Scarce had the morning Star hid from the Heaven's crimson Canopy with stars bespangled, But I began to rue th' unhappy sight Of that fair Boy that had my heart entangled; Cursing the Time, the Place, the sense, the sin; I came, I saw, I view'd, I slipped in. <STANZA> If it be sin to love a sweet-fac'd Boy, (Whose amber locks truss'd up in golden trammels Dangle adown his lovely cheeks with joy, When pearl and flowers his fair hair enamels) If it be sin to love a lovely Lad; O then sin . . .
