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The Poetical Works of Sir William Alexander

Earl of Stirling: Edited by L. E. Kastner ... and H. B. Charlton

Stirling, William Alexander (1567 or 8-1640)

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Volume the Second

[Like Sophocles (the hearers in a trance)]

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The first Houre.

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The second Houre.

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The third Houre.

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The fourth Houre.

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The fifth Houre.

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The sixth Houre.

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The seventh Houre.

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The eighth Houre.

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The ninth Houre.

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The tenth Houre.

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The eleventh Houre.

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The twelfth Houre.

To Prince Charles.

A PARÆNESIS TO PRINCE HENRY.

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Poems suppressed in Recreations with the Muses.

Son. 12.

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Poems suppressed in Recreations with the Muses.

AN ELEGIE ON THE DEATH OF PRINCE HENRIE.

To his Majestie.

A SHORT VIEW of the state of man.

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

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I. SOME VERSES Written to his Majestie by the Authour at the time of his Maiesties first entrie into England.

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II. SOME VERSES Written shortly thereafter by reason of an inundation of Douen, a water neere vnto the Authors house, wherevpon his Maiestie was sometimes wont to Hawke.

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III. TO M. MICHAELL DRAYTON.

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IV. To the Author.

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V. TO THE AVTHOR PARTHENIVS.

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VII. On the Death of Mr. John Murray.

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VIII. A Poem by Sir William Alexander.

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X. To his most affectionate friend, W. Lithgow .

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XI. TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND MASTER WALTER QUIN.

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XII. Sonnet. To the Authour.

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XIII. On the Report of the Death of the Author.

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XIV. To his deservedlie honored frend, Mr. Edward Allane, the first founder and Master of the Colleige of Gods Gift.

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XVI.

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Son. 12.

[Sweet blushing goddesse of the golden morning]

Sweet blushing goddesse of the golden morning,
Faire patronesse of all the worlds affaires,
Thou art become so carelesse of my cares,
That I must name thee goddesse of my mourning.
Lo how the Sunne part of thy burthen beares,
And whil'st thou doest in pearly drops regrate,
As t'were to pitie thy distressed state,
Exhales the Christall of thy glistring teares;
But I poure forth my vowes before thy shrine,
And whil'st thou dost my louing zeale despise,
Do drowne my heart in th'ocean of mine eyes;
Yet daign'st thou not to drie these teares of mine,
Vnlesse it be with th' Ætna of desires,
Which euen amidst those floods doth foster fires.