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    England, A Nation In Verse
    England, A Nation In Verse
    England, A Nation In Verse
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    England, A Nation In Verse

    By William Shakespeare, William Wordsworth and Alfred Lord Tennyson

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    English Poetry, Volume 1 – An Introduction. The English language has grown into the Worlds pre-dominant spoken language. It’s estimated there are over one million words with which to do this. It’s sources are rich and diverse, absorbing from other cultures and times without hesitation. It surely follows that when we add the talents of Shakespeare, Keats, Shelley, Kipling and Blake to a myriad of others that its beauty and reach entrance us with their thoughts and visions. In two volumes these remarkable poems present a wonderful companion through the long heritage of the English Language and its poets. Many of these titles are on our audiobook version which can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.

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    Release dateSep 24, 2013
    ISBN9781780005362
    England, A Nation In Verse
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      England, A Nation In Verse - William Shakespeare

      England, A Nation In Verse

      Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at a particular Nation through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a unique poetic guide.  

      The English language has grown into the Worlds pre-dominant spoken language.   It’s sources are rich and diverse, absorbing from other cultures and times without hesitation.   It surely follows that when we add the talents of Shakespeare, Keats, Shelley, Kipling and Blake to a myriad of others that its beauty and reach entrance us with their thoughts and visions.  In this volume of its greatest works these remarkable poems present a wonderful companion through the long heritage of the English Language and its poets.

      Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry.  Many samples are at our youtube channel   http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee   The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.  Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

      Index Of Poems

      The Passionate Shepherd To His Love by Christopher Marlowe

      The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships by Christopher Marlowe

      Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day by William Shakespeare

      Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds by William Shakespeare

      To Celia by Ben Johnson

      On My First Son by Ben Jonson

      The Good Morrow by John Donne

      Witchcraft By A Picture by John Donne

      On Shakespeare by John Milton

      On The Morning Of Christs Nativity byJohn Milton

      To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

      A True Born Englishman by Daniel Defoe

      A Song For St Cecilia's Day by John Dryden

      The Rape Of The Lock by Alexander Pope

      Summer by Alexander Pope

      Elergy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray

      The Lamb by William Blake

      The Tiger by William Blake

      How Sweet I Roam'd From Field To Field by William Blake

      Composed Upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth

      Daffodils by William Wordsworth

      September 1819 by William Wordsworth

      Frost At Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

      Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

      Ozymandias by Shelley

      Ode To The West Wind by Shelley

      Short Extract From Prometheus Unbound by Shelley

      I Am by John Clare

      Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats

      Ode To Autumn by John Keats

      Bright Star by John Keats

      La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

      I Remember I Remember by Thomas Hood

      Ballad by Thomas Hood

      No! by Thomas Hood

      If Thou Must Love Me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

      How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

      Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson

      Lady Clare by Alfred Lord Tennyson

      Pied Piper Of Hamblin by Robert Browning

      Home Thoughts From Abroad by Robert Browning

      The Jumblies by Edward Lear

      Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

      Remember by Christina Georgina Rossetti

      In The Willow Shade by Christina Georgina Rossetti

      The Oxen by Thomas Hardy

      Ah Are You Digging My Grave by Thomas Hardy

      The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

      Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now by A E Houseman

      If by Rudyard Kipling

      Tommy by Rudyard Kipling

      The Way That Lovers Use by Rupert Brooke

      Love by Rupert Brooke

      The Old Vicarage of Grantchester by Rupert Brooke

      Chaucer’s Prophecy by Geoffrey Chaucer

      Truth by Geoffrey Chaucer

      Picture Of Autumn by Thomas Chatterton

      The Romance Of The Knight by Thomas Chatterton

      The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser

      The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie by Edmund Spenser

      Heaven by Edward Fairfax

      To The Virgins to Make Much Of Time by Robert Herrick

      A Conjuration To Electra by Robert Herrick

      A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body by Andrew Marvell

      Eyes And Tears by Andrew Marvell

      Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Phillip Sidney

      Sonnet 38 - This Night While Sleep Begins by Sir Phillip Sidney

      Vitai Lamparda by Sir Henry Newbolt

      The Life Of Man by Sir Francis Bacon

      A Poet Of One Mood by Alice Meynell

      Miners by Wilfred Owen

      Greater Love by Wilfred Owen

      Sonnet LXII. Off Ostende June 11th 1837 by Henry Alford

      The Longest Day by William Wordsworth

      A Night In June by Alfred Austin

      Remembrance by Emily Bronte

      Despondency by Anne Bronte

      Evening Solace by Charlotte Bronte

      There Is  Pleasure In The Pathless Woods by Lord Byron

      She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron

      The Ship Of Death by DH Lawrence

      Afternoon in School The Last Lesson by DH Lawrence

      The Passionate Shepherd To His Love by Christopher Marlowe

      Come live with me and be my love,

      And we will all the pleasures prove

      That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

      Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

      And we will sit upon the rocks,

      Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

      By shallow rivers to whose falls

      Melodious birds sing madrigals.

      And I will make thee beds of roses

      And a thousand fragrant posies,

      A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

      Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

      A gown made of the finest wool

      Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

      Fair lined slippers for the cold,

      With buckles of the purest gold;

      A belt of straw and ivy buds,

      With coral clasps and amber studs:

      And if these pleasures may thee move,

      Come live with me, and be my love.

      The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing

      For thy delight each May morning:

      If these delights thy mind may move,

      Then live with me and be my love.

      The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships by Christopher Marlowe

      Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,

      And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

      Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

      Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!

      Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.

      Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,

      And all is dross that is not Helena.

      I will be Paris, and for love of thee,

      Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;

      And I will combat with weak Menelaus,

      And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;

      Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,

      And then return to Helen for a kiss.

      O, thou art fairer than the evening air

      Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;

      Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter

      When he appear'd to hapless Semele;

      More lovely than the monarch of the sky

      In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;

      And none but thou shalt be my paramour!

      Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day by William Shakespeare

      Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

      Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

      And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

      Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

      And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

      And every fair from fair sometime declines,

      By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

      But thy eternal summer shall not fade

      Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

      Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

      When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

      So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

      So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

      Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds by William Shakespeare

      Let me not to the marriage of true minds

      Admit impediments. Love is not love

      Which alters when it alteration finds,

      Or bends with the remover to remove:

      Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark,

      That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

      It is the star to every wandering bark,

      Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

      Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

      Within his bending sickle's compass come'

      Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

      But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

      If this be error and upon me proved,

      I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

      To Celia by Ben Johnson

      Drink to me only with thine eyes,

      And I will pledge with mine;

      Or leave a kiss but in the cup

      And I'll not look for wine.

      The thirst that from the soul doth rise

      Doth ask a drink divine;

      But might I of Jove's nectar sup,

      I would not change for thine.

      I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

      Not so much honouring thee

      As giving it a hope that there

      It could not wither'd be;

      But thou thereon didst only breathe,

      And sent'st it back to me;

      Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

      Not of itself but thee!

      On My First Son by Ben Jonson

      Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;

      My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.

      Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,

      Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.

      Oh, could I lose all father now ! For why

      Will man lament the state he should envy?

      To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage,

      And if no other misery, yet age !

      Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, Here doth lie

      Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.

      For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such

      As

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