GREENE, garlanded with February's few flowers, Ere March came in with Marlowe's rapturous rage: Peele, from whose hand the sweet white locks of age Took the mild chaplet woven of honored hours: Nash, laughing hard: Lodge, flushed from lyric bowers: And Lilly, a goldfinch in a twisted cage Fed by some gay great lady's pettish page Till short sweet songs gush clear like short spring showers: Kid, whose grim sport still gambolled over graves: And Chettle, in whose fresh funereal verse Weeps Marian yet on Robin's wildwood hearse: Cooke, whose light boat of song one soft breath saves, Sighed from a maiden's amorous mouth averse: Live likewise ye: Time takes not you for slaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |