1. 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;
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Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh
The Nymph’s Reply

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...

Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh
The 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 gauge;
  And thus I ’ll take my pilgrimage!

Blood must be my body’s balmer,
No...

Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh
Lines found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster

E’en such is time; that takes in trust
  Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days:
But from this earth, this...

Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh
The Lye

Goe, soule, the bodie’s guest,
  Upon a thanklesse arrant;
Feare not to touche the best—
  The truth shall be thy warrant;
    Goe, since I needs must dye,
    And give the world the lye.

Goe tell the court it glowes
  And shines like...

Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh