George Peele Poems

  • 1.
    Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
    Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
    Shine, sun; burn fire; breathe, air, and ease me;
    Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me;
    ...
  • 2.
    O Gentle Love, ungentle for thy deed,
    Thou makest my heart
    A bloody mark
    With piercing shot to bleed.
    ...
  • 3.
    Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
    Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
    Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air, and ease me;
    Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.
    ...
  • 4.
    HIS golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
       O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
    His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
       But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
    ...
  • 5.
    His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd;
    O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
    His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
    But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
    ...
  • 6.
    Not Iris in her pride and bravery
    Adorns her arch with such variety;
    Nor doth the Milk-white Way in frosty night
    Appear so fair and beautiful in sight,
    ...
  • 7.
    Melpomene, the muse of tragic songs,
    With mournful tunes, in stole of dismal hue,
    Assist a silly nymph to wail her woe,
    And leave thy lusty company behind.
    ...
  • 8.
    Oenone. Fair and fair, and twice so fair,
    As fair as any may be;
    The fairest shepherd on our green,
    A love for any lady.
    ...
  • 9.
    To Queen Elizabeth


    His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
    ...
Total 9 Poems by George Peele

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