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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY NOBLE FRIEND THE AUTHOR, by UPTON CROKE First Line: A perfect pen itself will ever praise Last Line: A perfect poet that could place them so. Subject(s): Browne, William (1591-1645) | |||
A PERFECT pen itself will ever praise. So pipes our shepherd in his roundelays, That who could judge of Music's sweetest strain, Would swear thy Muse were in a heavenly vein. A work of worth shows what the workman is: When as the fault that may be found amiss, (To such at least as have judicious eyes) Nor in the work, nor yet the workman lies. Well worthy thou to wear the laurel wreath: When from thy breast these blessed thoughts do breathe, That in thy gracious lines such grace do give, It makes thee everlastingly to live. Thy words well couch'd, thy sweet invention show A perfect poet that could place them so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ENTREATING HIM ... IN THE CONTINUATION OF BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS by NICHOLAS BRETON TO HIS FRIEND THE AUTHOR UPON HIS POEM by CHRISTOPHER BROOKE TO HIS FRIEND THE AUTHOR by AUGUSTUS CAESAR TO MY BROWNE, YET BRIGHTEST SWAIN / THAT WOONS, OR ... PLAIN by JOHN DAVIES (1565-1618) IDEM AND EUNDEM; AN ODE by NICHOLAS DOWNEY TO THE UNPARALLELED AUTHOR OF THE SEQUENT POEMS, W.B. by NICHOLAS DOWNEY COMMENDATORY VERSE TO WILLIAM BROWNE OF TAVISTOCK by MICHAEL DRAYTON TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MASTER WILLIAM BROWNE: OF THE EVIL TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON ON THE AUTHOR OF BRITANNIA'S PEERLESS PASTORALS by JOHN DYNHAM HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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