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QuoteReplyTopic: Sir Water Raleigh Posted: 27-Sep-2011 at 19:36
Walter Raleigh, nicknamed "Water" due to his Devonshire accent, was a favorite of Elizabeth, the pirate-queen. His raids on Spanish shipping netted England a fortune in gold, although his secret marriage to lady-in-waiting Bess Throckmorton deeply angered the jealous queen who may have wanted him for herself.
He is one of my most favorite characters from English history; it was a shame that he was tried on hearsay and imprisoned for life - very unfair I would say, considering what he had done for England.
Absolutely. James repaid Raleigh's dedicated service to Elizabeth with imprisonment in the Tower. However, Raleigh struck up a friendship with the young Charles who, after finding the silver coin in his Christmas cake, made his father commute Raleigh's death sentence
There are a lot of legends surrounding Raleigh: he discovered the potato and was one of the first Englishmen to smoke tobacco. His gentlemanly conduct is particularly notable: when it rained he once put his new cloak over a puddle so Elizabeth wouldn't get her feet wet
Sir Walter Raleigh was indeed a great man, and his poetry is very good too. But with such people you find those often who are ready to stab them in the back, and this is what obviously happened in the case of Sir Walter Raleigh.
What a handsome figure of a dragon. No wonder I fall madly in love with the Alani Dragon now, the avatar, it's a gorgeous dragon picture.
Here I have some of those fine poems from the great man himself:
A Farewell To False Love
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed, And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed, Whose course was ever contrary to kind: False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Sir Walter Raleigh
A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner
VERSE I
In a famed town of Caledonia's land, A prosperous port contiguous to the strand, A monarch feasted in right royal state; But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great, And well his faithful servants could surmise From his distracted looks and broken sighs That though the purple bowl was circling free, His mind was prey to black perplexity.
At last, while others thoughtless joys invoke, Fierce from his breast the laboured utterance broke; "Alas!" he cried, "and what to me the gain Though I am king of all this fair domain, Though Ceres minister her plenteous hoard, And Bacchus with his bounty crowns my board, If Neptune still, reluctant to obey, Neglects my sceptre and denies my sway? On a far mission must my vessels urge Their course impetuous o'er the boiling surge; But who shall guide them with a dextrous hand, And bring them safely to that distant land? Whose skill shall dare the perils of the deep, And beard the Sea-god in his stormy keep?
VERSE II
He spake: and straightway, rising from his side An ancient senator, of reverend pride, Unsealed his lips, and uttered from his soul Great store of flatulence and rigmarole; -- All fled the Court, which shades of night invest, And Pope and Gay and Prior told the rest.
Sir Walter Raleigh
A Vision upon the Fairy Queen
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn; and, passing by that way, To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, All suddenly I saw the Fairy Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse. Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed, And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce : Where Homer's spright did tremble all for grief, And cursed the access of that celestial thief.
Sir Walter Raleigh
As You Came from the Holy Land
As you came from the holy land Of Walsingham, Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? 'How shall I know your true love, That have met many one, I went to the holy land, That have come, that have gone?' She is neither white, nor brown, But as the heavens fair; There is none hath a form so divine In the earth, or the air. 'Such a one did I meet, good sir, Such an angelic face, Who like a queen, like a nymph, did appear By her gait, by her grace.' She hath left me here all alone, All alone, as unknown, Who sometimes did me lead with herself, And me loved as her own. 'What's the cause that she leaves you alone, And a new way doth take, Who loved you once as her own, And her joy did you make?' I have lov'd her all my youth; But now old, as you see, Love likes not the falling fruit From the withered tree. Know that Love is a careless child, And forgets promise past; He is blind, he is deaf when he list, And in faith never fast. His desire is a dureless content, And a trustless joy: He is won with a world of despair, And is lost with a toy. Of womenkind such indeed is the love, Or the word love abus'd, Under which many childish desires And conceits are excus'd. But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
Sir Walter Raleigh
Epitaph
Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and grave, and dust The Lord will raise me up, I trust.
Sir Walter Raleigh
What a handsome figure of a dragon. No wonder I fall madly in love with the Alani Dragon now, the avatar, it's a gorgeous dragon picture.
To gain royal favor a gentleman had to have many talents. Raleigh's personality may well have been the reason Elizabeth forgave him for marrying Bess Throckmorton
Sir Walter Raleigh was one of the grand scalawags of the Elizabethan Age. He made a name for himself fighting the Irish at Munster; later he was introduced at court and became a fa...
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What was it that Raleigh did to earn James' emnity? There must have been more to it than mere desire to appease the Spanish seeking revenge for his earlier piracy
What was it that Raleigh did to earn James' emnity? There must have been more to it than mere desire to appease the Spanish seeking revenge for his earlier piracy
I don't know, but I don't think many people believed he was involved with the conspiracy he was convicted of. It could have been his closeness to Elizabeth maybe, who had his Mother executed.
What a handsome figure of a dragon. No wonder I fall madly in love with the Alani Dragon now, the avatar, it's a gorgeous dragon picture.
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