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 |
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