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Thomas Lodge
Thomas Lodge (c. 15581625) was an English dramatist and writer of the Elizabethan and Jacobean periods. He was born about 1558 at West Ham, the second son of Sir Thomas Lodge, who was Lord Mayor of London in 15621563. He was educated at Merchant Taylors' School and Trinity College, Oxford; taking his BA in 1577 and MA in 1581. In 1578 he entered Lincoln's Inn, where, as in the other Inns of Court, a love of letters and a crop of debts were common. Lodge, disregarding the wishes of his family, took up literature. When the penitent Stephen Gosson had (in 1579) published his Schoole of Abuse, Lodge responded with Defence of Poetry, Music and Stage Plays (1579 or 1580), which shows a certain restraint, though both forceful and learned. The pamphlet was banned, but appears to have been circulated privately. It was answered by Gosson in his Playes Confuted in Five Actions; and Lodge retorted with his Alarum Against Usurers (1584) a tract for the times which may have resulted from personal experience. In the same year he produced the first tale written by him on his own account in prose and verse, The Delectable History of Forbonius and Prisceria, both published and reprinted with the Alarum.

I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
How the voluminous billows roll and run,
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the witnesses
In Ocean's wide domains,
Half buried in the sands,
Lie skeletons in chains,
W... [read poem]
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
Rise the blue Franconian mountain... [read poem]
ultima thule: dedication to g. w. g.
With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,
We sailed for the Hesperides,
The land where golden... [read poem]
An old man in a lodge within a park;
The chamber walls depicted all around
With po... [read poem]
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;
The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!... [read poem]
morituri salutamus: poem for the fiftieth anniversary of the class of 1825 in bowdoin college
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
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the fire of drift-wood

We sat within the farm-house old,
Whose windows... [read poem]
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