John Cleveland was an English poet.
The son of an usher in a charity school, Cleveland was born in Loughborough, and educated at Hinckley Grammar School. Admitted to Christ's College, Cambridge, he graduated BA in 1632 and became a fellow of St John's College in 1634. At St John's Cleveland became college tutor and lecturer on rhetoric, and was much sought after. A staunch Royalist, he opposed the election of Oliver Cromwell as member for Cambridge in the Long Parliament, and lost his college post as a result in 1645. Joining Charles I, by whom he was welcomed, he was appointed to the office of Judge Advocate at Newark. In 1646, however, he lost this office, and wandered about the... more »
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John Cleveland Poems
Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers, And the wild forester couched on the ground, Venus invited me in th' evening whispers
Fuscara, or the Bee Errant ( excerpt)
The Scots Apostasie
Is't come to this? What shall the cheeks of fame Stretch'd with the breath of learned Loudon's name,
An Elegy On Ben Jonson
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes, And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause? Who (when his Actors trembled for Applause)
The Rebel Scot
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew? Then Madam Nature wears black patches too! What, shall our nation be in bondage thus
Upon Phillis Walking In A Morning Before...
THE sluggish morne as yet undrest, My Phillis brake from out her East; As if shee'd made a match to run
On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'...
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize His artificial grief that scans his eyes; Mine weep down pious beads, but why should I Confine them to the Muses' rosary?
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers,
And the wild forester couched on the ground,
Venus invited me in th' evening whispers
Unto a fragrant field with roses crowned,
Where she before had sent
My wishes' complement;
Unto my heart's content
Played with me on the green.
Never Mark Antony
Dallied more wantonly
With the fair Egyptian Queen.
First on her cherry cheeks I mine eyes feasted,
Thence fear surfeiting made me retire;
Next on her warmer lips, which when I tasted
My duller spirits made active as fire.
Then we began to dart