Under the rigour of his judgment just; His seat is Truth, to which the faithful trust, Ah, then, my hungry soul! which long hast fed And, with false beauty's flattering bait misled, Which all are fled, and now have left thee nought And look at last up to that Sovereign Light, SIR WALTER RALEIGH (?). (1552-1618.) Most of the poems which pass under the name of Raleigh, like Pilgrim to Pilgrim, are of quite uncertain ascription. His career as author began about 1576. Even Such is Time is said by Oldys to have been written by Raleigh on the eve of his execution. His poems are included in the volume of Courtly Poets, edited by Rev. J. Hannah (Aldine Poets, 1870). S PILGRIM TO PILGRIM. As you came from the holy land Met Of Walsinghame, you not with my true love How should I know your true love, That have met many one, As I came from the holy land, She is neither white nor brown, There is none hath a form so divine On the earth or the air. Such a one did I meet, good sir, Such an angelic face, Who like a queen, like a nymph, did appear, By her gait, by her grace. She hath left me here all alone, All alone, as unknown, Who sometimes did me lead with herself, And me loved as her own. What's the cause that she leaves you alone, And a new way doth take, Who loved you once as her own, I have loved her all my youth, Know that Love is a careless child, His desire is a dureless content, And a trustless joy; He is won with a world of despair, Of womenkind such indeed is the love, Under which many childish desires And conceits are excused. But true love is a durable fire, EVEN SUCH IS TIME. EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, But from this earth, this grave, this dust, SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. (1554-1586.) Sidney's Lyrics are gathered into a volume in the series of Rhys' Lyric Poets. The first selection below is found in the early editions of the Arcadia among other poems of Sidney's not germane to that work. Dr. Grosart ascribes it positively to the "Astrophel and Stella" series. The second occurs in the Arcadia, 1590, written 1580, although it first appears in slightly different form as quoted in Puttenham's Arte of English Poesie, 1589. The sonnets of the "Astrophel and Stella" series were written probably before 1582, and appeared in 1591. Dr. Grosart's editions of Sidney's Complete Poems are the standard modern editions. PHILOMELA. THE nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth, For Tereus' force on her chaste will prevailing. That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness: Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth. HEART-EXCHANGE. MY true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: TO THE MOON. WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. LOVE IS ENOUGH. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; O give my passions leave to run their race; Nor do aspire to Cæsar's bleeding fame, INSPIRATION. I NEVER drank of Aganippe well, Nor ever did in shade of Tempe sit, And Muses scorn with vulgar brains to dwell Some do I hear of poets' fury tell, But, God wot, wot not what they mean by it; How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease |