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Raleigh, Walter (1552?-1618)

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I.

PART I. THE POEMS OF SIR WALTER RALEIGH

I.

I. WALTER RAWELY OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE

II.

II. THE EXCUSE.

III.

III. AN EPITAPH

IV.

IV. A VISION UPON THIS CONCEIT OF THE FAIRY QUEEN.

V.

V. ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

VI.

VI. REPLY TO MARLOWE.

VII.

VII. LIKE HERMIT POOR.

VIII.

VIII. FAREWELL TO THE COURT.

IX.

IX. THE ADVICE.

X.

X. IN THE GRACE OF WIT, OF TONGUE, AND FACE.

XI.

XI. FAIN WOULD I, BUT I DARE NOT.

XII.

XII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH TO HIS SON.

XIII.

XIII. ON THE CARDS AND DICE.

XIV.

XIV. THE SILENT LOVER.

XV.

XV. A POESY TO PROVE AFFECTION IS NOT LOVE.

XVI.

XVII.

XVII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S PILGRIMAGE.

XVIII.

XIX.

XIX. TO THE TRANSLATOR OF LUCAN.

XX.

XX. CONTINUATION OF THE LOST POEM, CYNTHIA

XXI.

XXI. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S PETITION TO THE QUEEN

XXII.

XXII. SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S VERSES,

XXIII. FRAGMENTS AND EPIGRAMS.

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XXIV. METRICAL TRANSLATIONS

I.

I. BOOK I. CH. I. § 6.

II.

II. BOOK I. CH. I. § 7.

III.

III. BOOK I. CH. I. § 11.

IV.

IV. BOOK I. CH. I. § 15.

V.

V. BOOK I. CH. I. § 15.

VI.

VI. BOOK I. CH. II. § 1.

VII.

VII. BOOK I. CH. II. § 3.

VIII.

VIII. BOOK I. CH. II. § 5.

IX.

IX. BOOK I. CH. II. § 5.

X.

X. BOOK I. CH. II. § 5.

XI.

XI. BOOK I. CH. III. § 3.

XII.

XII. BOOK I. CH. III. § 3.

XIII.

XIII. BOOK I. CH. IV. § 2.

XIV.

XIV. BOOK I. CH. V. § 5.

XV.

XV. BOOK I. CH. V. § 8.

XVI.

XVI. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 3.

XVII.

XVII. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 3.

XVIII.

XVIII BOOK I. CH. VI. § 4.

XIX.

XIX. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 4.

XX.

XX. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 5.

XXI.

XXI. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 5.

XXII.

XXII. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 5.

XXIII.

XXIII. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 7.

XXIV.

XXIV. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 7.

XXV.

XXV. BOOK I. CH. VI. § 7.

XXVI.

XXVI. BOOK I. CH. VII. § 2.

XXVII.

XXVII. BOOK I. CH. VII. § 3.

XXVIII.

XXVIII. BOOK I. CH. VII. § 3.

XXIX.

XXIX. BOOK I. CH. VII. § 7.

XXX.

XXX. BOOK I. CH. VIII. § 3.

XXXI.

XXXI. BOOK I. CH. VIII. § 3.

XXXII.

XXXII. BOOK I. CH. VIII. § 4.

XXXIII.

XXXIII. BOOK I. CH. VIII. § II. 2.

XXXIV.

XXXIV. BOOK I. CH. X. § 2.

XXXV.

XXXV. BOOK I. CH. X. § 7.

XXXVI.

XXXVI. BOOK I. CH. XI. § 7.

XXXVII.

XXXVII. BOOK I. CH. XI. § 8.

XXXVIII.

XXXVIII. BOOK II. CH. VI. § 4.

XXXIX.

XXXIX. BOOK II. CH. VI. § 5.

XL.

XL. BOOK II. CH. VII. § 3. 3.

XLI.

XLI. BOOK II. CH. VII. § 4. 5.

XLII.

XLII. BOOK II. CH. VIII. § 1.

XLIII.

XLIII. BOOK II. CH. VIII. § 1.

XLIV.

XLIV. BOOK II. CH. VIII. § 1.

XLV.

XLV. BOOK II. CH. X. § 2.

XLVI.

XLVI. BOOK II. CH. XIII. § 3.

XLVII.

XLVII BOOK II. CH. XIII. § 3.

XLVIII.

XLVIII. BOOK II. CH. XIII. §

XLIX.

XLIX. BOOK II. CH. XIII. § 3.

L.

L. BOOK II. CH. XIII. § 3.

LI.

LI. BOOK II. CH. XIII. § 4.

LII.

LII. BOOK II. CH. XIII. § 8.

LIII.

LIII. BOOK II. CH. XIV. § 1.

LIV.

LIV. BOOK II. CH. XIV. § 1.

LV.

LV. BOOK II. CH. XIV. § 1.

LVI.

LVI. BOOK II. CH. XIV. § 1.

LVII.

LVII. BOOK II. CH. XXI. § 6.

LVIII.

LVIII. BOOK II. CH. XXII. § 6.

LIX.

LIX. BOOK II. CH. XXIII. § 4.

LX.

LX. BOOK II. CH. XXIII. § 5.

LXI.

LXI. BOOK II. CH. XXIV. § 1.

LXII.

LXII. BOOK II. CH. XXIV. § 5.

LXIII.

LXIII. BOOK III. CH. VII. § 3.

LXIV.

LXIV. BOOK IV. CH. I. § 5.

LXV.

LXV. BOOK IV. CH. II. § 8.

LXVI.

LXVI. BOOK IV. CH. II. § 15.

LXVII.

LXVII. BOOK V. CH. II. § 1.

LXVIII.

LXVIII. BOOK V. CH. VI. § 11.

LXIX.

LXIX. BOOK V. CH. VI. § 12.

XXV.

XXV. NO PLEASURE WITHOUT PAIN.

XXVI.

XXVI. THE SHEPHERD'S PRAISE OF HIS SACRED DIANA.

XXVII.

XXVII. THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.

XXVIII.

XXVIII. AS YOU CAME FROM THE HOLY LAND.

XXIX.

XXIX. A POEM BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

XXX.

XXX. TO HIS SINGULAR FRIEND, WILLIAM LITHGOW.

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VII. BOOK I. CH. II. § 3.

[Diseases, famine, enemies, in us no change have wrought]

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Marius Victor, de perversis suæ æt. moribus Epist. 30–33.

Diseases, famine, enemies, in us no change have wrought;
What erst we were, we are; still in the same snare caught:
No time can our corrupted manners mend;
In vice we dwell, in sin that hath no end.