George Peele

(Bapitized 25 July 1556 - 9 November 1596 / London, England)

Not Iris In Her Pride - Poem by George Peele

Not Iris in her pride and bravery
Adorns her arch with such variety;
Nor doth the Milk-white Way in frosty night
Appear so fair and beautiful in sight,
As do these fields and groves and sweetest bowers
Bestrewed and decked with parti-coloured flowers.
Along the bubbling brooks and silver glide,
That at the bottom doth in silence slide,
The water-flowers and lilies on the banks
Like blazing comets burgeon all in ranks;
Under the hawthorn and the poplar tree,
Where sacred Phoebe may delight to be,
The primrose and the purple hyacinth,
The dainty violet and the wholesome minth,
The double-daisy and the cowslip (Queen)
Of summer flowers) do over-peer the green;
And round about the valley as ye pass,
Ye may not see, for peeping flowers, the grass.

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  • Gold Star - 5,215 Points Walterrean Salley (4/1/2013 1:46:00 PM)

    What a gorgeous and absolutely pleasant poem. Simply beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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