Michael Drayton

(1563 - 1631 / Warwickshire / England)

Michael Drayton Poems

1. Love's Farewell 1/21/2015
2. Sonnet Xxxvi: Thou Purblind Boy 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet Lvii: You Best Discern'D 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Lviii: In Former Times 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Xvii: Stay, Speedy Time 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet Xxx: Those Priests 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Xlviii: Cupid, I Hate Thee 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Xxxix: Some, When In Rhyme 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xxiv: I Hear Some Say 1/3/2003
10. To The Virginian Voyage 1/4/2003
11. Sonnet Xxi: A Witless Galant 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Xxxvii: Dear, Why Should You 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xvi: Mongst All The Creatures 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xlvii: In Pride Of Wit 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xiv: If He From Heav'N 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xxvii: Is Not Love Here 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet Xlvi: Plain-Path'D Experience 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet Xviii: To This Our World 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Lx: Define My Weal 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xlv: Muses, Which Sadly Sit 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Xxii: Love, Banish'D Heav'N 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Xxix: When Conquering Love 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Xxxi: Methinks I See 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet X: To Nothing Fitter 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Vii: Love In A Humour 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xliv: Whilst Thus My Pen 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxv: O Why Should Nature 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Liii: Clear Anker 1/3/2003
29. Idea Liii: To The River Ancor 1/1/2004
30. Sonnet Xv: Since To Obtain Thee 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet V: Nothing But No 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet Xxviii: To Such As Say 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Viii: There's Nothing Grieves Me 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Xlii: Some Men There Be 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xxxii: Our Flood's-Queen Thames 1/3/2003
36. Roc 1/1/2004
37. Sonnet Xxxiii: Whilst Yet Mine Eyes 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xxii: With Fools And Children 1/3/2003
39. Idea Xxxvii: Dear, Why Should You Command Me To My Rest 1/1/2004
40. Sonnet Xii: That Learned Father 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Michael Drayton

Sonnet Lxi: Since There's No Help

Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now, if thou wouldst, when all have giv'n ...

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To The Virginian Voyage

YOU brave heroic minds
   Worthy your country's name,
   That honour still pursue;
   Go and subdue!
Whilst loitering hinds
   Lurk here at home with shame.

Britons, you stay too long:
   Quickly aboard bestow you,

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