Elizabethan Poetry
An Anthology
Bob Blaisdell
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Elizabethan Poetry
An Anthology
Bob Blaisdell
About This Book
The relative peace and prosperity of the Elizabethan age (1558–1603) fostered the growth of one of the most fruitful eras in literary history. Lyric poetry, prose, and drama flourished in sixteenth-century England in works that blended medieval traditions with Renaissance optimism.
This anthology celebrates the wit and imaginative creativity of the Elizabethan poets with a generous selection of their graceful and sophisticated verse. Highlights include sonnets from Astrophel and Stella, written by Sir Philip Sidney — a scholar, poet, critic, courtier, diplomat, soldier, and ideal English Renaissance man; poems by Edmund Spenser, whose works combined romance with allegory, adventure, and morality; and sonnets by William Shakespeare, whose towering poetic genius transcends the ages. Other celebrated contributors include John Donne (`Go, and catch a fallen star`), Ben Jonson (`Drink to me only with thine eyes`), and Christopher Marlowe (`The Passionate Shepherd to His Love`). The poetry of lesser-known figures such as Michael Drayton, Samuel Daniel, and Fulke Greville appears here, along with verses by individuals better known in other fields — Francis Bacon, Queen Elizabeth I, and Walter Raleigh — whose poems offer valuable insights into the spirit of the age.
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564ā1616)
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parsonās saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marianās nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whoo!
Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so, &c.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
āGainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that ās all one, our play is done,
And weāll strive to please you every day.
Thou art not so unkind
As manās ingratitude!
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly
Then heigh, ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot!
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend rememberād not.
Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly
Then heigh, ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet birdās throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live iā the sun;
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleasād with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
That so sweetly are forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Bring again,
Seals of love, but sealād in vain,
Sealād in vain!
Nor the furious winterās rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and taāen thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Thou art past the tyrantās stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat,
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Nor thā all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash,
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
From it consummation have,
And renowned be thy grave!
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear themāding-dong, bell.
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair, whose un-earād womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond, ...