Sir Edward Dyer

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Sir Edward Dyer
Sir Edward Dyer (October 1543 – May 1607) was an English courtier and poet. The son of Sir Thomas Dyer, Kt., he was born at Sharpham Park, Somerset. He was educated, according to Anthony Wood, either at Balliol College, Oxford or at Broadgates Hall (later Pembroke College, Oxford), but left without taking a degree. After some time abroad, he appeared at Elizabeth I's court. His first patron was Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, who seems to have thought of putting him forward as a rival to Sir Christopher Hatton for the queen's favour. He is mentioned by Gabriel Harvey, along with Sir Philip Sidney, as one of the ornaments of the court. Sidney in his will bequeathed his books equally between Fulke Greville and Dyer.

my mind to me a kingdom is
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find
That it excels all other... [read poem]
the boston evening transcript
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.... [read poem]
conversation galante
I observe: `Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be ... [read poem]
a cooking egg
En l'an trentiesme de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues ...

... [read poem]
cousin nancy
Miss Nancy Ellicott
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and brok... [read poem]
gerontion
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of bot... [read poem]
the hippopotamus
The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to ... [read poem]
hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her... [read poem]
la figlia che piange
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair --
Lean on a garden urn --
Weave, weave the sun... [read poem]
the love song of j. alfred prufrock
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa... [read poem]
morning at the window
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the st... [read poem]
mr. apollinax
When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I tho... [read poem]
mr. eliot's sunday morning service
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.
THE JEW[read poem]
portrait of a lady
Thou hast committed --
Fornication: but that was in another country,
A... [read poem]
preludes
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The... [read poem]
rhapsody on a windy night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering... [read poem]
sweeney among the nightingales
omoi peplegmai kairian plegen eso

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting hi... [read poem]
sweeney erect
And the trees about me,

Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks

Groan with co... [read poem]
the waste land
"NAM Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse

oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum

... [read poem]
whispers of immortality
Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless cre... [read poem]
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