10 Best Famous Ster Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Ster poems. This is a select list of the best famous Ster poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Ster poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of ster poems.

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 LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. 
 Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, 
Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; 
 Of lordis, barons, and many a goodly knyght; 
 Of most delectable lusty ladies bright; 
Of famous prelatis, in habitis clericall; 
 Of merchauntis full of substaunce and of myght: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Gladdith anon, thou lusty Troynovaunt, 
 Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy; 
In all the erth, imperiall as thou stant, 
 Pryncesse of townes, of pleasure and of joy, 
 A richer restith under no Christen roy; 
For manly power, with craftis naturall, 
 Fourmeth none fairer sith the flode of Noy: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie, 
 Most myghty carbuncle of vertue and valour; 
Strong Troy in vigour and in strenuytie; 
 Of royall cities rose and geraflour; 
 Empress of townes, exalt in honour; 
In beawtie beryng the crone imperiall; 
 Swete paradise precelling in pleasure; 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Above all ryvers thy Ryver hath renowne, 
 Whose beryall stremys, pleasaunt and preclare, 
Under thy lusty wallys renneth down, 
 Where many a swan doth swymme with wyngis fair; 
 Where many a barge doth saile and row with are; 
Where many a ship doth rest with top-royall. 
 O, towne of townes! patrone and not compare, 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Upon thy lusty Brigge of pylers white 
 Been merchauntis full royall to behold; 
Upon thy stretis goeth many a semely knyght 
 In velvet gownes and in cheynes of gold. 
 By Julyus Cesar thy Tour founded of old 
May be the hous of Mars victoryall, 
 Whose artillary with tonge may not be told: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Strong be thy wallis that about thee standis; 
 Wise be the people that within thee dwellis; 
Fresh is thy ryver with his lusty strandis; 
 Blith be thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis; 
 Rich be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis; 
Fair be their wives, right lovesom, white and small; 
 Clere be thy virgyns, lusty under kellis: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all. 

Thy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce, 
 With sword of justice thee ruleth prudently. 
No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce 
 In dignitye or honour goeth to hym nigh. 
 He is exampler, loode-ster, and guye; 
Principall patrone and rose orygynalle, 
 Above all Maires as maister most worthy: 
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

 RORATE coeli desuper! 
 Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! 
For now is risen the bricht day-ster, 
 Fro the rose Mary, flour of flouris: 
 The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris, 
Surmounting Phebus in the Est, 
 Is cumin of his hevinly touris: 
 Et nobis Puer natus est. 

Archangellis, angellis, and dompnationis, 
 Tronis, potestatis, and marteiris seir, 
And all ye hevinly operationis, 
 Ster, planeit, firmament, and spheir, 
 Fire, erd, air, and water cleir, 
To Him gife loving, most and lest, 
 That come in to so meik maneir; 
 Et nobis Puer natus est. 

Synnaris be glad, and penance do, 
 And thank your Maker hairtfully; 
For he that ye micht nocht come to 
 To you is cumin full humbly 
 Your soulis with his blood to buy 
And loose you of the fiendis arrest-- 
 And only of his own mercy; 
 Pro nobis Puer natus est. 

All clergy do to him inclyne, 
 And bow unto that bairn benyng, 
And do your observance divyne 
 To him that is of kingis King: 
 Encense his altar, read and sing 
In holy kirk, with mind degest, 
 Him honouring attour all thing 
 Qui nobis Puer natus est. 

Celestial foulis in the air, 
 Sing with your nottis upon hicht, 
In firthis and in forrestis fair 
 Be myrthful now at all your mycht; 
 For passit is your dully nicht, 
Aurora has the cloudis perst, 
 The Sone is risen with glaidsum licht, 
 Et nobis Puer natus est. 

Now spring up flouris fra the rute, 
 Revert you upward naturaly, 
In honour of the blissit frute 
 That raiss up fro the rose Mary; 
 Lay out your levis lustily, 
Fro deid take life now at the lest 
 In wirschip of that Prince worthy 
 Qui nobis Puer natus est. 

Sing, hevin imperial, most of hicht! 
 Regions of air mak armony! 
All fish in flud and fowl of flicht 
 Be mirthful and mak melody! 
 All Gloria in excelsis cry! 
Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,-- 
 He that is crownit abone the sky 
 Pro nobis Puer natus est!

 London, thou art of town{.e}s A per se.
Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight,
Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie;
Of lordis, barons, and many goodly knyght;
Of most delectable lusty ladies bright;
Of famous prelatis in habitis clericall;
Of merchauntis full of substaunce and myght:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Gladdith anon, thou lusty Troy Novaunt,
Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy,
In all the erth, imperiall as thou stant,
Pryncesse of townes, of pleasure, and of joy,
A richer restith under no Christen roy;
For manly power, with craftis naturall,
Fourmeth none fairer sith the flode of Noy:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie,
Most myghty carbuncle of vertue and valour;
Strong Troy in vigour and in strenuytie;
Of royall cities rose and geraflour;
Empresse of town{.e}s, exalt in honour;
In beawtie beryng the crone imperiall;
Swete paradise precelling in pleasure:
London, thow art the floure of Cities all.

Above all ryvers thy Ryver hath renowne,
Whose beryall stremys, pleasaunt and preclare,
Under thy lusty wallys renneth down,
Where many a swanne doth swymme with wyngis fare;
Where many a barge doth saile, and row with are,
Where many a ship doth rest with toppe-royall.
O! towne of townes, patrone and not-compare:
London, thou art the floure of Cities all.

Upon thy lusty Brigge of pylers white
Been merchauntis full royall to behold;
Upon thy stretis goth many a semely knyght
In velvet gownes and cheyn{.e}s of fyne gold.
By Julyus Cesar thy Tour founded of old
May be the hous of Mars victoryall,
Whos artillary with tonge may not be told:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.

Strong be thy wallis that about the standis;
Wise be the people that within the dwellis;
Fresh is thy ryver with his lusty strandis;
Blith be thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis;
Riche be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis;
Fair be thy wives, right lovesom, white and small;
Clere be thy virgyns, lusty under kellis:
London, thow art the flour of Cities all.

Thy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce,
With swerd of justice the rulith prudently.
No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce
In dignytie or honoure goeth to hym nye.
He is exampler, lood{.e}-ster, and guye;
Principall patrone and roose orygynalle,
Above all Maires as maister moost worthy:
London, thou art the flour of Cities all.