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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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I.

Poems suppressed in Recreations with the Muses.

Son. 46.

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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.

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. 46.

[Loue swore by Styx whil'st all the depths did tremble]

Loue swore by Styx whil'st all the depths did tremble,
That he would be aueng'd of my proud hart,
Who to his Deitie durst base styles impart,
And would in that Latonas impe resemble:
Then straight denounc'd his rebell, in a rage
He labour'd by all meanes for to betray me,
And gaue full leaue to any for to slay me,
That he might by my wracke his wrath asswage:

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A Nymph that long'd to finish Cupids toyles,
Chanc'd once to spie me come in beauties bounds,
And straight orethrew me with a world of wounds,
Then vnto Paphos did transport my spoiles.
Thus, thus I see, that all must fall in end,
That with a greater then themselues contend.