TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARLE OF ORMOND AND OSSORY RECEIVE, most noble Lord, a simple taste Of the wilde fruit which salvage soyl hath bred, Which, being through long wars left almost waste, With brutish barbarisme is overspredd: And in so faire a land as may be redd, Not one Parnassus nor one Helicone Left for sweete Muses to be harboured, But where thy selfe hast thy brave mansione: There in deede dwel faire Graces many one, And gentle nymphes, delights of learned wits, And in thy person without paragone All goodly bountie and true honour sits Such, therefore, as that wasted soyl doth yield, Receive, dear Lord, in worth, the fruit of barren field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY INSCRIPTIONS: 3 by MARK AKENSIDE FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER |