Sir Walter Raleigh

(1552 - 1618 / Devon / England)

Comments about Sir Walter Raleigh

  • Mark Tunstall (8/23/2018 3:16:00 AM)

    Sorry wrong Walter, it's in Walter Scott's Marmion. Ignore my previous comment.

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  • Mark Tunstall (8/23/2018 2:26:00 AM)

    I'm trying to find the poem: The Stainless Knight and the Battle of Flodden Field by Sir Walter Raleigh
    Nothing comes up!

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  • Sebastianano (3/12/2018 4:07:00 PM)

    His poems are great listen to this one that he wrote walk a little slower said a child so small I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall sometimes your steps are very fast sometimes they're hard to see so walk a little slower for you are leading me someday when I'm all grownup you're what I want to be end I will have a little child who'll want to follow me

  • Philip Winchester (9/21/2009 6:46:00 AM)

    Be aware of When and Where and Why these words were written.
    Put yourself in the place of this Mighty figure fallen then from Grace,
    Should be so badly treated, but then his Poetic Seeds so planted then,
    should be going on Forever.

Best Poem of Sir Walter Raleigh

Her Reply

IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

But Time drives flocks from field to fold;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, ...

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The Conclusion

EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
   Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.

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