Author: Sir Walter Raleigh

Now Serena be not coy, Since we freely may enjoy Sweet embraces, such delights, As will shorten tedious nights. Think […]

WRONG not, sweet empress of my heart, The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no smart, That […]

Go, Soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy […]

Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expired, And past return are all my dandled days; My love misled, and […]

Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due […]

When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the […]

Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but […]

PASSIONS are liken’d best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; So, when affection yields […]

I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. […]

Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, […]

IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move […]

To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session, His kids were his delight, and physics his profession; Now […]

Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell; […]

The Artist and his Luckless Wife They lead a horrid haunted life, Surrounded by the things he’s made That are […]

Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all […]

VERSE I In a famed town of Caledonia’s land, A prosperous port contiguous to the strand, A monarch feasted in […]

Our great work, the Otia Merseiana, Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodward, Is financed by numerous […]

EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but […]

Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir’d, And past return are all my dandled days; My love misled, and […]

What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be, […]

GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My […]

Your dog is not a dog of grace; He does not wag the tail or beg; He bit Miss Dickson […]