Tudor Poems - Poems about Tudor

He stood there in the front of the room bathed in light and suddenly he turned into a halo right before my eyes All that was once invisible to me was now a Holy matter and all the things I oft kept shut were opened wide ajar He was kindness personified and as he framed me...

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Stratford-upon-Avon Shakespeare's town Where shades of the past are present each day in daub and wattle homes there can be found Medieval moments that are at play. Tragedies staged with death quite violent In his writing of revenge and torment Shakespeare lies buried his quill now silent He wrote of passion and evil portent. On cobbled street where Tudor shoe did tread Walk in...

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"The Tudor Rose, The Lion and The Sceptre of Light" God bless The Queen Shield of Tudor Rose and Lion rampant the 3 of Lionheart, guardant passant Unicorn and azure harp rose and thistle stand with shamrock, connected wars and battles conflicted, a home not seamless, stands firm, apart sanctuary is never easy when grief is the price we pay for love duty...

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Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease King Henry VII, the bringer of peace Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish Descendants of which epitomise courage A land of writers, a progress of arts Embedded into the Tudor’s hearts Embroidered gowns, heads and tales The elegant wear of farthingales A Tudor house, a college, a school Established wealth of Tudor...

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Oh, aren't they grand Love comes dancing hand in hand Bowing to each other Fluttering lashes all around From the yoke of sensual bondage You leave me wanting more Needing drops of grace to save me The lust of my youth still cries out With a touch of his fingers to skin He would rekindle her lust even...

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