Treasure Island

George Gascoigne

(1535 – 7 October 1577 / Cardington, Bedfordshire)

Sonnet I


IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind
Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye,
Such deep delights I seemed therein to find,
As might beguile a graver guest than I.
The stately pomp of Princes and their peers
Did seem to swim in floods of beaten gold;
The wanton world of young delightful year
Was not unlike a heaven for to behold,
Wherein did swarm (for every saint) a Dame
So fair of hue, so fresh of their attire,
As might excel Dame Cynthia for Fame,
Or conquer Cupid with his own desire.
These and such like baits that blazed still
Before mine eye, to feed my greedy will.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Sonnet I by George Gascoigne )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Soul Killer~, Monk E. Biz
  2. You are young, hasmukh amathalal
  3. Poetry, Jesus James Llorico
  4. Do not ask, hasmukh amathalal
  5. My View of Heaven, Von Kimball Barney
  6. Forlorn Child., Marcondes Pereira
  7. I AM WOMAN, bill costley
  8. Experiment life, gajanan mishra
  9. Socialism - Vs - Anti -socialism, ramesh rai
  10. Beauty Rarely, Casey Renee Kiser

Poem of the Day

poet James Whitcomb Riley

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Claude McKay

 
[Hata Bildir]