Robert Southwell Poems
- The Burning Babe AS I in hoary winter's night ...
- Man's Civil War MY hovering thoughts would fly to heaven ...
- New Prince New Pomp Behold, a seely tender babe In ...
- A Child My Choice Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise...
- The Nativity Of Christ Behold the father is his daughter's ...
- Look Home Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights, As ...
- Love's Servile Lot LOVE, mistress is of many minds, Yet ...
Robert Southwell was born at Horsham St. Faith's, Norfolk, England, in 1561; hanged at Tyburn, 21 February, 1595. His grandfather, Sir Richard Southwell, had been a wealthy man and a prominent courtier in the reign of Henry VIII. His grandfather had been a prominent man in Henry VIII's court and the family remained among the elite of the land. He was so beautiful as a young boy that a gypsy stole him. He was soon recovered by his family and became a short, handsome man, with gray eyes and red hair.
It was Richard Southwell who in 1547 had brought the poet Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, to the block, and Surrey had vainly begged to be allowed to "fight him in his shirt". ... more »
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The Burning Babe
AS I in hoary winter's night
Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright
Did in the air appear;
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though His floods should quench His flames,
Which with His tears were bred:
'Alas!' quoth He, 'but newly born
In fiery ...