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The poems of George Daniel

... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes

Daniel, George (1616-1657)

VOL. I.

Portraits of the Author and his Brother.

POEMS Written upon Severall Occasions.

Coat of Arms and Portrait.

An Addresse By the Author:

To his honoured friend ye authour vpon his Poems.

Vpon a Reviewe of Virgil, translated by Mr. Ogilby.

A Vindication of Poesie.

To Time and Honour.

A Pastorall Ode; The Eglogue is Lost.

To Nicotiana. A Rapture.

The farewell.

An Epode.

To the Memorie of the most worthy and excellently vertuous Ladie The Ladie Alford.

To: D: i

To the Memorie of the Best Dramaticke English Poet

Vpon Ben Ionson's Booke.

To my Muse.

Wounded.

The Dedication of a Poem, now lost; written in the Royall Expedition against the Scotts.

This was placed in the End of the Same Poeme.

One desiring me to read, but slept it out; Wakening.

One boasting himselfe Iudge of pure Witt.

The many Scurrile Pamphlets (going vnder the name of Poems,) frequently printed; occasion'd this.

Vpon a late printed Booke Entituled:

A Strange Maye.

When the Cloud of Calamitie, had somewhile overspread vs, and the whole Kingdome plunged in warre

After a storme, going a hawking.

“The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.”

Some Poemes; Written vpon Severall occasions, By the Same Author.

II.

VOL. II.

III, IV.

VOL. III. VOL. IV.

TRINARCHODIA

The severall Raignes of Richard the Second Henrie the Fourth, & Henrie the Fifth

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This was placed in the End of the Same Poeme.

To the King.

Thus, Sr: againe I kneele. May heaven blesse
Your high Designes, with Glorie and Successe.
May victorie Attend you. But how low
Imperfect Wishes fall, to what wee owe?
May you be great and Happie, and Survive
Glorious to ffame; that Poets may derive
(Poets long Ages hence), from your great Name
All their Invention, all their Art, their Flame.
I need not wish (what Heaven ordains) the Glorie
Immortall, when y'have past this Transitorie.
I would not live to See the Change; though once
I know it must. Long, long 'bove fate, or Chance,

May you reigne here; and then I wish as much
Glorie as Immortalitie can touch.

Enough! and if these Accents strike your Ears
With the least pleasure, I will bring a verse
To your Great Name, shall be an Emulation
To all the haughtie Poets of your Nation.
My hopes live in your Breath: and to your Eyes
My Numbers fall. The Poet lives or dies,
As you pronounce. Sir: you may raise a Name
From obscure Nothing, to the Best of Fame.
A Name in nothing happie, but to Sing
The Glories of soe Great, soe Good a King.