Aemilia Lanyer Poems

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Aemilia Lanyer
Emilia Lanier, also spelled Aemilia Lanyer, (1569-1645) was the first Englishwoman to assert herself as a professional poet through her single volume of poems, Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum (1611). Born Aemilia Bassano and part of the Lanier family tree, she was a member of the minor gentry through her father's appointment as a royal musician, and was apparently educated in the household by Susan Bertie, the dowager Countess of Kent. She was for several years the mistress of Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon, first cousin of Elizabeth I of England. She was married to court musician Alfonso Lanier in 1592 when she became pregnant, and the marriage was reportedly unhappy.

under which lyre
A Reactionary Tract for the Times

Ares at last has quit the field,
The bloodstains... [read poem]
At evening, sitting on this terrace,
When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mounta... [read poem]
roman wall blues
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.

Th... [read poem]
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I co... [read poem]
worm either way
If you live along with all the other people
and are just like them, and conform, and are nice... [read poem]
musee des beaux arts
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human... [read poem]
the enkindled spring
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-f... [read poem]
bavarian gentians
Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
... [read poem]
gloire de dijon
When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath... [read poem]
when i read shakespeare --
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder
that such trivial people should muse and thunde... [read poem]
man and bat
When I went into my room, at mid-morning,
Say ten o'clock ...
My room, a crash-box over th... [read poem]
a youth mowing
There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four... [read poem]
the grudge of the old
The old ones want to be young, and they aren't young,
and it rankles, they ache when they see t... [read poem]
after reading a child's guide to modern physics
If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
Then, for all the so-and-so's,
... [read poem]
last words to miriam
Yours is the shame and sorrow,
But the disgrace is mine;
Your love was dark and thoro... [read poem]
salve deus rex iudæorum
Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the Cause
Of faultlesse Jesus, who before him stan... [read poem]
tortoise shout
I thought he was dumb,
I said he was dumb,
Yet I've heard him cry.

First faint... [read poem]
the wild common
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating fla... [read poem]
o what is that sound
O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
O... [read poem]
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
... [read poem]
christmas oratio
Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their... [read poem]
five songs - ii
That night when joy began
Our narrowest veins to flush,
We waited for the flash
Of mo... [read poem]
as the poets have mournfully sung
As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,... [read poem]
in time of war, xii
And the age ended, and the last deliverer died.
In bed, grown idle and unhappy; they were safe:... [read poem]
tortoise gallantry
Making his advances
He does not look at her, nor sniff at her,
No, not even sniff at her, ... [read poem]
Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission,
Having never set eyes on the land he w... [read poem]
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