I have seen the long told demise of man With barren fields,where a river past ran, And bare heavens where mighty gospel lies, And the golden gate of fair paradise. A poem by Lancelot
But should I ever loathe the dawn of day, Then I would be swift to cancel my breath And forget the dumbest scenes I dared play, All stages,and everything upon this earth. A poem by Lancelot
I recently paid a little visit down the years,when I made my stop at the Renaissance period,browsing the works of most extraordinary bards,from the likes of sir Phillip Sydney,Edmund Spenser and sir Walter Raleigh to the wily Ben Johnson and from the tragic Christopher Marlowe to the irreplaceable William Shakespeare.Those were indeed golden days of […]
Sweet September rain How heavy the cloud How lovely the fall How light the thunder What a lightning strange, Ah September rain How the kingbird sings How antic the ape How soulful the toad What gentle melody!
Have I seen waters shine Have I seen vineyards bright Have I known things divine Have I known sweet a light Have I seen heavens grey!
Let me praise that which heavens keep And express in verse my simple gratitude To the gifted-most and the ever young, The restless,and the maddest to rhyme. Let me hail you natural bard, One child of England and poet of the world, Who sings so bright and evermore, A friend of sweet things and glorious […]