Barnabe Barnes

(1571 - 1609)

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Barnabe Barnes (c. 1571–1609), was an English poet. He is known for his Petrarchan love sonnets and for his combative personality, involving feuds with other writers and culminating in an alleged attempted murder.
The third son of Dr Richard Barnes, bishop of Durham, he was baptized in York at the church of St Michael le Belfry on 6 March 1571. In 1586 he was entered at Brasenose College, ... more »

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (10/19/2015 11:59:00 AM)

    another poem by Barnabe Barnes
    [Note: for Bartleby, B.Barnes' date of birth is a bit different: 1569? –1609]

    Parthenophil and Parthenophe

    Introductory: Go, bastard Orphan! Pack thee hence!

    GO, bastard Orphan! Pack thee hence!
    And seek some Stranger for defence!
    Now ’gins thy baseness to be known!
    Nor dare I take thee for mine own;
    Thy levity shall be descried! 5
    But if that any have espied,
    And questioned with thee, of thy Sire;
    Or Mistress of his vain Desire;
    Or ask the Place from whence thou came:
    Deny thy Sire! Love! Place! and Name! 10
    And if I chance, un’wares to meet thee,
    Neither acknowledge me, nor greet me!
    Admit I blush (perchance, I shall) ,
    Pass by! regard me not at all!
    Be secret, wise, and circumspect! 15
    And modesty sometimes affect!
    Some good man, that shall think thee witty,
    Will be thy Patron! and take pity;
    And when some men shall call thee base
    He, for thy sake, shall them disgrace! 20
    Then, with his countenance backed, thou shalt
    Excuse the nature of thy fault.
    Then, if some lads, when they go by,
    Thee, “Bastard! ” call; give them the lie!
    So, get thee packing! and take heed! 25
    And, though thou go in beggar’s weed,
    Hereafter (when I better may)
    I’ll send relief, some other day!

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Best Poem of Barnabe Barnes


What be those hairs dyed like the marigold ?
ECHO, Gold !
What is that brow, whose frown make any moan
ECHO, Anemone !
What were her eyes, when the great lords controlled ?
ECHO, Rolled !
What be they, when from them be loves thrown ?
ECHO, LOVE's throne !
What were her cheeks (when blushes rose) like
ECHO, Rose-like !
What are those lips, which 'bove pearls rew be ?
ECHO, Ruby !
Her ivory shoulders, what be those like ?
ECHO, Those like !
What saints are like her ? speak, if you be !
ECHO, Few be !
Thou dwell'st in rocks, ...

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