Giles Fletcher The Elder

(1548 - 1611 / Watford, Hertfordshire)

Giles Fletcher The Elder Poems

1. Licia Sonnets 31 1/1/2004
2. Licia Sonnets 32 1/1/2004
3. Licia Sonnets 34 1/1/2004
4. Licia Sonnets 28 1/1/2004
5. Licia Sonnets 29 1/1/2004
6. Licia Sonnets 36 1/1/2004
7. Licia Sonnets 33 1/1/2004
8. Licia Sonnets 30 1/1/2004
9. Licia Sonnets 38 1/1/2004
10. Licia Sonnets 48 1/1/2004
11. Licia Sonnets 40 1/1/2004
12. Licia Sonnets 41 1/1/2004
13. Licia Sonnets 46 1/1/2004
14. Licia Sonnets 43 1/1/2004
15. Licia Sonnets 50 1/1/2004
16. Licia Sonnets 44 1/1/2004
17. Licia Sonnets 37 1/1/2004
18. Licia Sonnets 47 1/1/2004
19. Licia Sonnets 39 1/1/2004
20. Licia Sonnets 52 1/1/2004
21. Licia Sonnets 45 1/1/2004
22. To Love 1/1/2004
23. Licia Sonnets 49 1/1/2004
24. Licia Sonnets 35 1/1/2004
25. Licia Sonnets 51 1/1/2004
26. Licia Sonnets 27 1/1/2004
27. Licia Sonnets 22 1/1/2004
28. Licia Sonnets 21 1/1/2004
29. Licia Sonnets 06 1/1/2004
30. Licia Sonnets 08 1/1/2004
31. Licia Sonnets 19 1/1/2004
32. Licia Sonnets 09 1/1/2004
33. Licia Sonnets 17 1/1/2004
34. Licia Sonnets 11 1/1/2004
35. Licia Sonnets 24 1/1/2004
36. Licia Sonnets 13 1/1/2004
37. Licia Sonnets 16 1/1/2004
38. Licia Sonnets 04 1/1/2004
39. Licia Sonnets 14 1/1/2004
40. Licia Sonnets 18 1/1/2004

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Licia Sonnets 02

Weary was love and sought to take his rest,
He made his choice, upon a virgin's lap;
And slyly crept from thence unto her breast,
Where still he meant to sport him in his hap;
The virgin frowned like Phœbus in a cloud;
Go pack, sir boy, here is no room for such,
My breast no wanton foolish boy must shroud."
This said, my love did give the wag a touch;
Then as the foot that treads the stinging snake
Hastes to be gone, for fear what may ensue,
So love my love was forced for to forsake,
And for more speed, without his arrows flew.
"Pardon," he said,...

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Licia Sonnets 27

The crystal stream wherein my love did swim,
Melted in tears as partners of my woe;
Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,
The pearl-like fountain whiter than the snow;
Then like perfume, resolvéd with a heat,
The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn;
A wonder strange to see the cold so great,
And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.
I searched the cause, and found it to be this:

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