William Stevenson

Poems » william stevenson

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 Gurton’s Needle: Drinking Song (attributed to Stevenson and to Still) The Columbia World of Quotations.

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]
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.
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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
service
Chide me not, darling, that I sing
Familiar thoughts and metres old:
Nay, do not scold... [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.
six o'clock
Now burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
For d... [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]
you say, columbus with his argosies
You say, Columbus with his argosies
Who rash and greedy took the screaming main
And vanish... [read poem]
Continue in Trumbull Stickney »»»