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Poems (1892)

Raleigh, Walter (1552?-1618)

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PART I. THE POEMS OF SIR WALTER RALEIGH
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I. WALTER RAWELY OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE
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II. THE EXCUSE.
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III. AN EPITAPH
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IV. A VISION UPON THIS CONCEIT OF THE FAIRY QUEEN.
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V. ANOTHER OF THE SAME.
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VI. REPLY TO MARLOWE.
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VII. LIKE HERMIT POOR.
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VIII. FAREWELL TO THE COURT.
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IX. THE ADVICE.
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X. IN THE GRACE OF WIT, OF TONGUE, AND FACE.
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XI. FAIN WOULD I, BUT I DARE NOT.
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XII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH TO HIS SON.
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XIII. ON THE CARDS AND DICE.
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XIV. THE SILENT LOVER.
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XV. A POESY TO PROVE AFFECTION IS NOT LOVE.
 XVI. 
XVI. THE LIE.
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XVII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S PILGRIMAGE.
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XVIII.
 XIX. 
XIX. TO THE TRANSLATOR OF LUCAN.
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XX. CONTINUATION OF THE LOST POEM, CYNTHIA
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XXI. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S PETITION TO THE QUEEN
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XXII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S VERSES,
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XXIII. FRAGMENTS AND EPIGRAMS.
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III.
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IV.
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V. Epitaph on the Earl of Leicester.
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VI. Epitaph on the Earl of Salisbury.
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VII. A Poem put into my Lady Laiton's Pocket by Sir Walter Raleigh.
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VIII. Sir W. Raleigh on the Snuff of a Candle the Night before he Died.
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XXIV. METRICAL TRANSLATIONS
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XXV. NO PLEASURE WITHOUT PAIN.
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XXVI. THE SHEPHERD'S PRAISE OF HIS SACRED DIANA.
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XXVII. THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.
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XXVIII. AS YOU CAME FROM THE HOLY LAND.
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XXIX. A POEM BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
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XXX. TO HIS SINGULAR FRIEND, WILLIAM LITHGOW.

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XXII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S VERSES,

FOUND IN HIS BIBLE IN THE GATE-HOUSE AT WESTMINSTER.

(1618.)
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
Who, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
W. R.
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