John Cleveland (16 June 1613 – 29 April 1658 / Loughborough, England)
Poems of John Cleveland
|1.||An Elegy On Ben Jonson||4/10/2010|
|2.||Fuscara, or the Bee Errant ( excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|4.||On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas||1/1/2004|
|5.||The Rebel Scot||4/10/2010|
|6.||The Scots Apostasie||4/10/2010|
|7.||Upon Phillis Walking In A Morning Before Sun-rising||4/10/2010|
The Rebel Scot
How, Providence? and yet a Scottish crew?
Then Madam Nature wears black patches too!
What, shall our nation be in bondage thus
Unto a land that truckles under us?
Ring the bells backward! I am all on fire.
Not all the buckets in a country quire
Shall quench my rage. A poet should be feared
When angry, like a comet's flaming beard.
And where's the stoic can his wrath appease,