Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

Lord John Wilmot Poems

1. Tunbridge Wells 1/3/2003
2. To This Moment A Rebel 1/3/2003
3. God Bless Our Good And Gracious King 4/2/2010
4. Upon Nothing 1/3/2003
5. Epitaph On Charles Ii 1/3/2003
6. Return 4/2/2010
7. My Light Thou Art 4/2/2010
8. Against Constancy 4/2/2010
9. The Dying Lover 4/2/2010
10. The Mistress 1/3/2003
11. A Satyre Against Mankind 1/3/2003
12. Satyr 1/3/2003
13. Give Me Leave To Rail At You 1/3/2003
14. The Platonic Lady 1/3/2003
15. Absent Of Thee I Languish Still 1/3/2003
16. A Fragment Of Seneca Translated 1/3/2003
17. A Woman's Honour 1/3/2003
18. The Disabled Debauchee 1/3/2003
19. Poems To Mulgrave And Scroope 1/3/2003
20. Constancy 1/3/2003
21. Signior Dildo 1/3/2003
22. My Dear Mistress Has A Heart 1/3/2003
23. All My Past Life... 1/3/2003
24. Portsmouth's Looking Glass 1/3/2003
25. I Cannot Change, As Others Do 1/3/2003
26. Love And Life 1/3/2003
27. To His Mistress 1/3/2003
28. A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover 1/3/2003

Comments about Lord John Wilmot

  • cat Lennon (3/27/2016 9:18:00 PM)

    Linda Hepner. Ignorant comment. The second Earl of Rochester/Viscount of Athlone/Baron of Adderbury fought in wars and was a was hero in the Anglo dutch war for Charles II. He wrote me truth, and brutal but real observation. His wit mind and tongue- sharp. This biography is very inaccurate and does not show him as the great and close friend of King Charles that he was. With a love hate relationship. He was a genius. A satire is the most sublime piece Of work I have ever read.

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  • C.r.v. Hall (7/16/2012 11:46:00 PM)

    This biography is inaccurate. John Wilmot was the 2nd Earl of Rochester http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Wilmot, _2nd_Earl_of_Rochester

  • Linda Hepner Linda Hepner (2/6/2011 12:52:00 PM)

    I see because he calls himself 'Lord' he gets away with language we plebs can't use on poemhunter. Out, out, brief kindle!

  • Fred Tarr (2/28/2009 8:39:00 AM)

    at the behest of the royal society of kentucky outcasts and ecclesiastical scoundrels, let me inform the board at poem hunter that the true identity of Lord John Wilmot is none other than Joe Green, a Shakesperian scholar currently living residing in Minneapolis and wont to great excesses of debauchery visited upon his family with stupendous frequency and indirect indiscreet nomenclature. Green's collection of sexual torture instruments is all the rage in Minneapolis and he can bee seen daily at a bus stop hailing a bus in that he might be transported to his work place.

    His obvious glee at having been outed on poem hunter is like gasoline spurting from a car fire on the expressway as his thought life has preempted this very occasion for he knew my literary detective skills would reveal his true fakery and post it here. therefore he will not sue this wormly countenance who walks with an unsteady gait and rhumey eye, this outcast of ky literary society and extravagant ecclesiastical genius..

Best Poem of Lord John Wilmot

A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover

Ancient Person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it e'er thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient Person of my heart.

On thy withered lips and dry,
Which like barren furrows lie,
Brooding kisses I will pour,
Shall thy youthful heart restore,
Such kind show'rs in autumn fall,
And a second spring recall;
Nor from thee will ever part,
Ancient Person of my heart.

Thy nobler parts, which but to name
In our sex would be counted shame,
By ages frozen grasp possest,
From their ice ...

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The Disabled Debauchee

As some brave admiral, in former war,
Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still,
Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill;

From whence (with thoughts full of concern) he views
The wise and daring conduct of the fight,
And each bold action to his mind renews
His present glory, and his past delight;

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