His Lady’s Tomb

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The Poet’s Apology

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Notes

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ERRATUM

Reader, a blot hath escaped the watchfulness of the setter forth: if thou wilt thou mayst amend it. The sonnet on the forty-fourth page, against all right Italianate laws, hath but thirteen lines withal: add another to thy liking, if thou art a Maker; or, if thou art none, even be content with what is set before thee. If it be scant measure, be sure it is choicely good.

Reader

p. 1A SCOT TO JEANNE D’ARC

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Dark Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true,  They, by the Maiden’s side, Victorious fought and died, One stood by thee that fiery torment through, Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed, And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at the last.

Dark

Once only didst thou see In artist’s imagery, Thine own face painted, and that precious thing Was in an Archer’s hand From the leal Northern land. p. 2Alas, what price would not thy people bring To win that portrait of the ruinous Gulf of devouring years that hide the Maid from us!

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