Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO THE KYNGE, by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE First Line: Sire, your dogge lemon, once your bed-fellowe Last Line: On your devotion waits a like rewarde. Subject(s): Animals; Courts & Courtiers; Dogs; Royal Court Life; Royalty; Kings; Queens | ||||||||
SIRE, your dogge Lemon, once your bed-fellowe, Nowe hath the bare ground for his nightly stead; That same true dogge that, by his instinct led, Leal friends from traitors did soe rightly knowe. His voice it was that frighted robbers soe, His teeth gript murderers; discomforted, Why hath he harde blowes and a beggar's bed, The wonted wage that royal kynges bestowe? His pryde, his beauty, and his winsome youth Made you to love him; but he had noe ruth For your ill-wishers whose bold steps he barr'd. Ye courtiers proude beholdynge haughtilie This outcast dogge that in the streets doth die, On your devotion waits a like rewarde. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN PHARAOH'S TOMB by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS ELEGY ASKING THAT IT BE THE LAST; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE L,ENVOI: IN OUR TIME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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