William Stevenson Poems

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William Stevenson
Sir William Stevenson (1530 - 1575) was a English poet. Born in Durham, England, he became a clergyman and author. Famous quotation: "I am so wrapped, and throughly lapped of jolly good ale and old! " Gammer Gurtonís Needle: Drinking Song (attributed to Stevenson and to Still) The Columbia World of Quotations.

i used to think
 
 
I used to think
The mind essential in the body, even
As stood the body essential in the mi... [read poem]
back and side go bare
 
 
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, bell... [read poem]
be still. the hanging gardens were a dream
 
 
Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curl&e... [read poem]
sir, say no more
 
 
Sir, say no more.
Within me 't is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind's poor birds.
service
 
 
Chide me not, darling, that I sing
Familiar thoughts and metres old:
Nay, do not scold... [read poem]
tho' lack of laurels and of wreaths not one
 
 
Tho' lack of laurels and of wreaths not one
Prove you our lives abortive, shall we yet
Vau... [read poem]
live blindly and upon the hour
 
 
Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
Knowledg... [read poem]
six o'clock
 
 
Now burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
For d... [read poem]
i hear a river thro' the valley wander
 
 
I hear a river thro' the valley wander
Whose water runs, the song alone remaining.
A rainbow stands and summer passes under.
leave him now quiet by the way
 
 
Leave him now quiet by the way
To rest apart.
I know what draws him to the dust alway... [read poem]
the passions that we fought with and subdued
 
 
The passions that we fought with and subdued
Never quite die. In some maimed serpent's coil... [read poem]
mnemosyne
 
 
It 's autumn in the country I remember.

How warm a wind blew here about the ways!
A... [read poem]
near helikon
 
 
By such an all-embalming summer day
As sweetens now among the mountain pines
Down to the c... [read poem]
you say, columbus with his argosies
 
 
You say, Columbus with his argosies
Who rash and greedy took the screaming main
And vanish... [read poem]
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