Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems/The Many 1

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No. 19 of the 'Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650)' series

3531784Tristram of Lyonesse and Other Poems — The Many (XIX)Algernon Charles Swinburne

XIX.

THE MANY.

I.

Greene, garlanded with February’s few flowers,

Ere March came in with Marlowe’s rapturous rage:
Peele, from whose hand the sweet white locks of age
Took the mild chaplet woven of honoured hours:
Nash, laughing hard: Lodge, flushed from lyric bowers:
And Lilly, a goldfinch in a twisted cage
Fed by some gay great lady’s pettish page
Till short sweet songs gush clear like short spring showers
Kid, whose grim sport still gambolled over graves:
And Chettle, in whose fresh funereal verse
Weeps Marian yet on Robin’s wildwood hearse:
Cooke, whose light boat of song one soft breath saves,
Sighed from a maiden’s amorous mouth averse:
Live likewise ye: Time takes not you for slaves.