George Gascoigne Poems
|1.||The Night Is Near Gone||1/4/2003|
|2.||The Steel Glass||1/1/2004|
|3.||Inscription In A Garden||4/20/2010|
|4.||Praise Of The Fair Bridges, Afterwards Lady Sandes, On Her Having A Scar In Her Forehead||4/20/2010|
|8.||When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day||4/20/2010|
|11.||Fie, Pleasure, Fie!||5/27/2001|
|14.||At Beauty's Bar As I Did Stand||4/20/2010|
|15.||The Green Knight's Farewell To Fancy||1/21/2015|
|16.||A Lover's Lullaby||1/4/2003|
|18.||The Looks Of A Lover Enamoured||4/20/2010|
|20.||You Must Not Wonder, Though You Think It Strange||1/1/2004|
|21.||And If I Did, What Then?||5/27/2001|
|22.||For That He Looked Not Upon Her||4/20/2010|
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For That He Looked Not Upon Her
YOU must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low;
And that mine eyes take no delight to range
About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The mouse which once hath broken out of trap,
Is seldom 'ticed with the trustless bait,
But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
The scorched fly, which once hath 'scaped the flame,
Will hardly come again to play with fire:
Whereby I learn that grievous is the game
Which follows fancy dazzled by desire:
So that I wink or else hold...
1 Sing lullaby, as women do,
2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
3 And lullaby can I sing to,
4 As womanly as can the best.
5 With lullaby they still the child,
6 And if I be not much beguil'd,
7 Full many wanton babes have I,
8 Which must be still'd with lullaby.