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Robert Southwell (1561 - 1595 / England)
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''Within his crib is surest ward,
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. New Heaven, New War (l. 45-48). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
This little babe will be thy guard,
If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy,
Then flit not from this heavenly boy.''
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''This stable is a Prince's court.
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. New Prince, New Pomp (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
This crib His chair of state;
The beasts are parcel of His pomp,
The wooden dish His plate.''
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''Behold, a silly, tender babe
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. New Prince, New Pomp (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
In freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies:
Alas, a piteous sight.''
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''Do homage to thy King,
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. New Prince, New Pomp (l. 26-28). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
And highly praise His humble pomp
Which He from Heaven doth bring.''
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''\'Alas!' quoth he, \'but newly born in fiery heats I fry,
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. The Burning Babe (l. 7-12). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I.
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;
The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals;
The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls;''
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''As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. The Burning Babe (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,
A pretty Babe all burning bright did in the air appear;''
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''Times go by turns, and chances change by course,
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. Times Go by Turns (l. 5-10). . . Poets of the English Language, Vols. I-V. Vol. I: Langland to Spenser; Vol. II: Marlowe to Marvell; Vol. III: Milton to Goldsmith; Vol. IV: Blake to Poe; Vol. V: Tennyson to Yeats. W. H. Auden and Norman Holmes Pearson, eds. (1950) The Viking Press.
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.
The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,
She draws her favours to the lowest ebb;
Her tides have equal times to come and go,
Her loom doth weave the fine and Coarsest web;''
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''The lopped tree in time may grow again,
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. Times Go by Turns (l. 1-2). . . Poets of the English Language, Vols. I-V. Vol. I: Langland to Spenser; Vol. II: Marlowe to Marvell; Vol. III: Milton to Goldsmith; Vol. IV: Blake to Poe; Vol. V: Tennyson to Yeats. W. H. Auden and Norman Holmes Pearson, eds. (1950) The Viking Press.
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;''
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''grant me grace, O god, that I
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. Upon the Image of Death (l. 53-54). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
My life may mend, sith I must die.''
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'''Remember, man, that thou art dust!'
Robert Southwell (1561?-1595), British poet. Upon the Image of Death (l. 16-18). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
But yet, alas, but seldom I
Do think indeed that I must die . . .''
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