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Prais'd be Diana's Fair and Harmless Light

Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light;

Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground;

Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night;

Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound.

Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods,

Prais'd be her knights in whom true honour lives;

Prais'd be that force by which she moves the floods;

Let that Diana shine which all these gives.

by Sir Walter Raleigh

Hymn

Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven,

And with divinest contemplation use

Thy time, when time's eternity is given,

And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse;

But down in darkness let them lie;

So live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die.

And thou, my soul, inspired with holy flame,

View and review with most regardful eye

by Sir Walter Raleigh

From Catullus V

The sun may set and rise,

But we, contrariwise,

Sleep, after our short light,

One everlasting night.

by Sir Walter Raleigh

To His Love When He Had Obtained Her

Now Serena be not coy,

Since we freely may enjoy

Sweet embraces, such delights,

As will shorten tedious nights.

Think that beauty will not stay

With you always, but away,

And that tyrannizing face

That now holds such perfect grace

by Sir Walter Raleigh

On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick

To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session,

His kids were his delight, and physics his profession;

Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge,

Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to college.

by Sir Walter Raleigh

The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd

If all the world and love were young,

And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,

These pretty pleasures might me move,

To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,

When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,

And Philomel becometh dumb,

The rest complains of cares to come.

by Sir Walter Raleigh

Sir Walter Raleigh (The night before his death)

Even such is time, which takes in trust

Our youth, our joys, and all we have,

And pays us nought but age and dust;

Which in the dark and silent grave,

When we have wandered all our ways,

Shuts up the story of our days!

And from which grave, and earth, and dust,

The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.'

by Sir Walter Raleigh

Stans Puer ad Mensam

Attend my words, my gentle knave,

And you shall learn from me

How boys at dinner may behave

With due propriety.

Guard well your hands: two things have been

Unfitly used by some;

The trencher for a tambourine,

The table for a drum.

by Sir Walter Raleigh

A Literature Lesson Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner

VERSE I

In a famed town of Caledonia's land,

A prosperous port contiguous to the strand,

A monarch feasted in right royal state;

But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great,

And well his faithful servants could surmise

From his distracted looks and broken sighs

That though the purple bowl was circling free,

by Sir Walter Raleigh

His Pilgrimage

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,

My staff of faith to walk upon,

My scrip of joy, immortal diet,

My bottle of salvation,

My gown of glory, hope's true gage;

And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer;

No other balm will there be given:

by Sir Walter Raleigh

Sestina Otiosa

Our great work, the Otia Merseiana,

Edited by learned Mister Sampson,

And supported by Professor Woodward,

Is financed by numerous Bogus Meetings

Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer

To impose upon the Man of Business.

All in vain! The accomplished Man of Business

Disapproves of Otia Merseiana,

by Sir Walter Raleigh

The Artist

The Artist and his Luckless Wife

They lead a horrid haunted life,

Surrounded by the things he's made

That are not wanted by the trade.

The world is very fair to see;

The Artist will not let it be;

He fiddles with the works of God,

And makes them look uncommon odd.

by Sir Walter Raleigh