To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xiv Poem by Humfrey Gifford
To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xiv
Begot without father, in earth I remaine,
And oft I am turnd, to my mother againe.
By night and by day I labour alwaies,
And with my sharp sauor both please & displease.
Thus heere in this earth my race out I runne:
And neuer haue issue, nor daughter, nor sonne.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter,earth,father,mother
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/29/2026 1:52:30 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
