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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG TO THE LUTE IN MUSICKE, by RICHARD EDWARDS (1523-1566) Poet's Biography First Line: Where gripinge grefes the hart would wounde Last Line: What beste ys he, wyll the disprove? Alternate Author Name(s): Edwardes, Richard Subject(s): Lutes | |||
Where gripinge grefes the hart would wounde, And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, There musicke with her silver-sound With spede is wont to send redresse: Of trobled mynds, in every sore, Swete musick hath a salve in store. In joy yt maks our mirthe abounde, In woe yt cheres our hevy sprites; Be-strawghted heads relyef hath founde, By musickes pleasant swete delights; Our senses all, what shall I say more? Are subjecte unto musick's lore. The Gods by musicke have theire prayse; The lyfe, the soul therein doth joye; For, as the Romayne poet sayes, In seas, whom pyrats would destroy, A dolphin saved from death most sharpe Arion playing on his harpe. O heavenly gyfte, that rules the mynd, Even as the sterne doth rule the shippe! O musicke, whom the Gods assinde To comforte manne, whom cares would nippe! Since thow both man and beste doest move, What beste ys he, wyll the disprove? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE LUTE OBEYS by THOMAS WYATT THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 7 by HAN SHAN THE LUTE PLAYER (A WOMAN) by HAN YU THE JUDGEMENT OF DESIRE, FR. THE PARADYSE OF DAINTY DEVISES by RICHARD EDWARDS (1523-1566) |
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