Best Elizabethan Poems
Elizabethan Love PasticheELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE
I will pluck Parmenter from your orchard bower
And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower
There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour
While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour
Lest passing time should look on us to glower
And curse us so...
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Categories:
elizabethan, allusion, humor, love,
Form:
Rhyme
By Word of Elizabethan Verse
by Elizabethan poetic verse in life's race
of biblical grace God hath surely dispersed…
assuring all that will… of heavenly grace
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“Behold, all things become new.” As carnal minds are
also renewed. (II Corinthians 5:17)
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Categories:
elizabethan, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Elizabethan LondonI would return to Shakespeare’s time and see
Him live upon the stage; to hear him say
The lines he wrote would mean the world to me.
His theatre, with the acts performed at day,
The place he’d muse,’ To be or not to be.’
(And ALL would call...
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Categories:
elizabethan, imagination, time,
Form:
Ottava rima
ElizabethanLinen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.
Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.
Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.
Seeing Shakespeare...
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Categories:
elizabethan, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
It'Ll Bring ::The English Sonnet Or the Shakespearean Sonnet Or the Elizabethan Sonnet
Simple question was asked but they fumble;
What are you going to do with your life?
Most of them babble, to speak they struggle;
Appears they don't know how to handle strife.
Don't have idea for their future day
lost their direction that shows confusion.
Answer to question is...
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Categories:
elizabethan, trust,
Form:
Sonnet
New Elizabethan BritainThe quick fix had worked so
She slipped the needle away,
Her little liquid friend that helped
Through each long working day.
A toot of the horn told her
He’s out there with her lift
For her to work the punters
From the pub leaving shift.
Only a whore they said
When the...
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Categories:
elizabethan, anger, death, prejudice, society,
Form:
Rhyme
There's the RubOh but to rest this mad toiling mind!
Sleep? Nay, to sleep perchance to dream
Dreams. Ay, there lay the problem
How, then, to find solace
Can it be achieved...
true peace of mind?
Not in life
but in
death...
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Categories:
elizabethan, allusion, anxiety, sleep,
Form:
Nonet