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Sonet 25

By Michael Drayton

Topics: classic

O why should nature nigardly restraine,     The Sotherne Nations relish not our tongue,     Else should my lines glide on the waues of Rhene,     And crowne the Pirens with my liuing song;     But bounded thus to Scotland get you forth:     Thence take you wing vnto the Orcades,     There let my verse get glory in the North,     Making my sighs to thawe the frozen seas,     And let the Bards within the Irish Ile,     To whom my Muse with fiery wings shall passe,     Call backe the stifneckd rebels from exile,     And molifie the slaughtering Galliglasse:         And when my flowing numbers they rehearse,         Let Wolues and Bears be charmed with my verse.

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About Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) was an English poet whose "Poly-Olbion" (1612–1622) is a vast topographical poem describing the landscape and legends of England and Wales. His sonnet "Since there's no help" is among the finest of the Elizabethan era.

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