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It chaunced me on day beside the shore	A
Of siluer streaming Thamesis to bee	B
Nigh where the goodly Verlame stood of yore	A
Of which there now remaines no memorie	A
Nor anie little moniment to see	B
By which the trauailer that fares that way	C
This once was she may warned be to say	C
There on the other side I did behold	D
A Woman sitting sorrowfullie wailing	E
Rending her yeolow locks like wyrie golde	D
About her shoulders careleslie downe trailing	E
And streames of teares from her faire eyes forth railing	E
In her right hand a broken rod she held	F
Which towards heauen shee seemd on high to weld	F
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Whether she were one of that Riuers Nymphes	C
Which did the losse of some dere loue lament	G
I doubt or one of those three fatall Impes	C
Which draw the dayes of men forth in extent	G
Or th' auncient Genius of that Citie brent	G
But seeing her so piteouslie perplexed	H
I to her calling askt what her so vexed	H
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Ah what delight quoth she in earthlie thing	E
Or comfort can I wretched creature haue	I
Whose happines the heauens enuying	E
From highest staire to lowest step me draue	A
And haue in mine owne bowels made my graue	A
That of all Nations now I am forlorne	J
The worlds sad spectacle and fortunes scorne	J
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Much was I mooued at her piteous plaint	H
And felt my heart nigh riuen in my brest	H
With tender ruth to see her sore constraint	H
That shedding teares a while I still did rest	H
And after did her name of her request	H
Name haue I none quoth she nor anie being	E
Bereft of both by Fates vniust decreeing	E
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I was that Citie which the garland wore	A
Of Britaines pride deliuer'd vnto me	B
By Romane Victors which it wonne of yore	A
Though nought at all but ruines now I bee	B
And lye in mine owne ashes as ye see	B
Verlame I was what bootes it that I was	C
Sith now I am but weedes and wastfull gras	C
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O vaine worlds glorie and vnstedfast state	H
Of all that liues on face of sinfull earth	K
Which from their first vntill their vtmost date	H
Tast no one hower of happines or merth	K
But like as at the ingate of their berth	K
They crying creep out of their mothers woomb	B
So wailing backe go to their wofull toomb	B
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Why then dooth flesh a bubble glas of breath	K
Hunt after honour and aduauncement vaine	J
And reare a trophee for deuouring death	K
With so great labour and long lasting paine	J
As if his daies for euer should remaine	J
Sith all that in this world is great or gaie	E
Doth as a vapour vanish and decaie	E
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Looke backe who list vnto the former ages	C
And call to count what is of them become	B
Where be those learned wits and antique Sages	C
Which of all wisedome knew the perfect somme	B
Where those great warriors which did ouercomme	B
The world with conquest of their might and maine	J
And made one meare of th' earth of their raine	J
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What nowe is of th' Assyrian Lyonesse	C
Of whom no footing now on earth appeares	C
What of the Persian Beares outragiousnesse	C
Whose memorie is quite worne out with yeares	C
Who of the Grecian Libbard now ought heares	C
That ouerran the East with greedie powre	A
And left his whelps their kingdomes to deuoure	A
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And where is that same great seuen headded beast	H
That made all nations vassals of her pride	H
To fall before her feete at her beheast	H
And in the necke of all the world did ride	H
Where doth she all that wondrous welth nowe hide	H
With her owne weight downe pressed now shee lies	C
And by her heaps her hugenesse testifies	C
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O Rome thy ruine I lament and rue	A
And in thy fall my fatall ouerthrowe	C
That whilom was whilst heauens with equall vewe	C
Deignd to behold me and their gifts bestowe	C
The picture of thy pride in pompous shew	A
And of the whole world as thou wast the Empresse	C
So I of this small Northerne world was Princesse	C
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To tell the beawtie of my buildings fayre	A
Adorn'd with purest golde and precious stone	J
To tell my riches and endowments rare	A
That by my foes are now all spent and gone	J
To tell my forces matchable to none	J
Were but lost labour that few would beleeue	L
And with rehearsing would me more agreeue	A
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High towers faire temples goodly theaters	C
Strong walls rich porches princelie pallaces	C
Large streetes braue houses sacred sepulchers	C
Sure gates sweete gardens stately galleries	C
Wrought with faire pillours and fine imageries	C
All those ' pitie now are turnd to dust	H
And ouergrowen with black obliuions rust	H
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Theretoo for warlike power and peoples store	A
In Brittanie was none to match with mee	B
That manie often did abie full sore	A
Ne Troynouaunt though elder sister shee	A
With my great forces might compared bee	B
That stout Pendragon to his perill felt	H
Who in a seige seauen yeres about me dwelt	H
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But long ere this Bunduca Britonesse	C
Her mightie hoast against my bulwarkes brought	H
Bunduca that victorious conqueresse	C
That lifting vp her braue hero ck thought	H
Bove womens weaknes with the Romanes fought	H
Fought and in field against them thrice preuailed	H
Yet was she foyld when as she me assailed	H
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And though at last by force I conquer'd were	A
Of hardie Saxons and became their thrall	L
Yet was I with much bloodshed bought full deere	A
And prizde with slaughter of their Generall	L
The moniment of whose sad funerall	L
For wonder of the world long in me lasted	H
But now to nought through spoyle of time is wasted	H
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Wasted it is as if it neuer were	A
And all the rest that me so honord made	H
And of the world admired eu'rie where	A
Is turnd to smoake that doth to nothing fade	H
And of that brightnes now appeares no shade	H
But greislie shades such as doo haunt in hell	L
With fearfull fiends that in deep darknes dwell	L
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Where my high steeples whilom vsde to stand	H
On which the lordly Faulcon wont to towre	A
There now is but an heap of lyme and sand	H
For the Shricke owle to build her baleful bowre	A
And where the Nightingale wont forth to powre	A
Her restles plaints to comfort wakefull Louers	C
There now haunt yelling Mewes whining Plouers	C
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And where the christall Thamis wont to slide	H
In siluer channell downe along the Lee	L
About whose flowrie bankes on either side	H
A thousand Nymphes with mirthfull iollitee	H
Were wont to play from all annoyance free	L
There now no riuers course is to be seene	J
But moorish fennes and marshes euer greene	J
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Seemes that that gentle Riuer for great griefe	M
Of my mishaps which oft I to him plained	H
Of for to shunne the horrible mischiefe	M
With which he saw my cruell foes me pained	H
And his pure streames with guiltles blood oft stained	H
From my vnhappie neighborhood farre fled	H
And his sweete waters away with him led	H
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There also where the winged ships were seene	J
In liquid waues to cut their fomie waie	C
And thousand Fishers numbred to haue been	J
In that wide lake looking for plenteous praie	L
Of fish which they with baits vsde to betraie	L
Is now no lake nor anie fishers store	L
Nor euer ship shall saile there anie more	L
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They all are gone and all with them is gone	J
Ne ought to me remaines but to lament	H
My long decay which no man els doth mone	J
And mourne my fall with dolefull dreriment	H
Yet it is comfort in great languishment	H
To be bemoned with compassion kinde	H
And mitigates the anguish of the minde	H
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But me no man bewaileth but in game	B
Ne sheddeth teares from lamentable eie	N
Nor anie liues that mentioneth my name	B
To be remembred of posteritie	H
Saue One that maugre fortunes iniurie	L
And times decay and enuies cruell tort	H
Hath writ my record in true seeming sort	H
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Cambden the nourice of antiquitie	H
And lanterne vnto late succeeding age	O
To see the light of simple veritie	H
Buried in ruines through the great outrage	O
Of her owne people led with warlike rage	O
Cambden though Time all moniments obscure	L
Yet thy iust labours euer shall endure	L
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But whie vnhappie wight doo I thus crie	L
And grieue that my remembrance quite is raced	H
Out of the knowledge of posteritie	H
And all my antique moniments defaced	H
Sith I	P