Sir Walter Ralegh Poems

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Sir Walter Ralegh
Sir Walter Raleigh or Ralegh (c. 1552 – 29 October 1618), was a famed English writer, poet, courtier and explorer. Born to a protestant family in Devon, little is known for certain of his early life, though he spent some time in Ireland, taking part in the suppression of rebellions and becoming a landlord there. He rose rapidly in Queen Elizabeth I's favour, being knighted in 1585, and was involved in the early English colonisation of the New World in Virginia under a royal patent. In 1591 he secretly married one of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting, for which he and his wife were sent to the Tower of London. After his release he heard of a "golden city" in South America and sailed to find it, publishing an exaggerated account of his experiences in a book that contributed to the legend of El Dorado. After Elizabeth died in 1603, Raleigh was again imprisoned in the Tower, this time for alleged treason against King James who was not favourably disposed toward him. However in 1616 he was released in order to conduct a second expedition in search of El Dorado. This was unsuccessful and the Spanish outpost at San Thomé was sacked by men under his command. After his return to England he was arrested and after a show trial, mainly to appease the Spanish, he was beheaded at Westminster.

the nymph's reply to the shepherd
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty p... [read poem]
synchronicity ii
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above t... [read poem]
as you came from the holy land (attributed)
As you came from the holy land
Of Walsingham,
Met you not with my true love
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mad about you
A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And though a millio... [read poem]
katy's answer
My mither's ay glowran o'er me,
Tho she did the same before me,
I canna get leave... [read poem]
the young laird and edinburgh katy
Now wat ye wha I met yestreen
Coming down the street, my Jo,
My mistress in her tartan scr... [read poem]
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