Poems To Daughter Ann, New Year's Day, 1567 Biographical information Given name: William Family name: Cecil Honorific: first Baron Burghley Birth date: ca. 18 September 1520 Death date: 4 August 1598 Nationality: English Languages French Italian Latin Greek Spanish Education: St. John's College, Cambridge (B.A.): 1535 Religion: Anglican Occupation: Statesman: 1550 to 1598 Residences Stamford, Lincolnshire: 1520 Theobalds, Cheshunt, Hertfordshire: 1569 Illness: Gout Buried at: St Martin's Church, Stamford Baron, Lincolnshire
queen of hearts
Hers, from childhood the bitter pain of tears
Dreamed a peep-shy wedding to a Prince
Her o...[read poem]
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Dreamed a peep-shy wedding to a Prince
Her o...
flight into reality
Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)
and to her husband Alex Burns and...[read poem]
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and to her husband Alex Burns and...
the sea change
Lost in the crenellations of the sea wave
A shell, a limpet, hugs the graining sand
Passiv...[read poem]
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A shell, a limpet, hugs the graining sand
Passiv...
no tea party
The lid is rising on the kettle's song,
Likewise my energy wastes itself in air,
Don't cal...[read poem]
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Likewise my energy wastes itself in air,
Don't cal...
there is nothing like a dame
There may be nothing like me, but I assure you
the world would have gone to hell but for organi...[read poem]
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the world would have gone to hell but for organi...
to daughter ann, new year's day, 1567
As years do grow, so cares increase,
And time will move to look to thrift.
These years in ...[read poem]
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And time will move to look to thrift.
These years in ...
the humours of the seminarian's house
Not in our fall, O Lord, but in Your grace
Is living done each day instead of dying;
A por...[read poem]
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Is living done each day instead of dying;
A por...
a prayer for yeats's son
Once more the mob is howling and half hid
Under the cupola of the dustbin lid
My child scr...[read poem]
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Under the cupola of the dustbin lid
My child scr...
beauty's helicon
I've had practice with sleeping with those who do not please me,
I've had oceans of despair in ...[read poem]
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I've had oceans of despair in ...
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