TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD BURLEIGH, LORD HIGH THREASURER OF ENGLAND To you, right noble Lord, whose carefull brest To menage of most grave affaires is bent, And on whose mightie shoulders most doth rest The burdein of this kingdomes governement, As the wide compasse of the firmament On Atlas mighty shoulders is upstayd, Unfitly I these ydle rimes present, The labor of lost time, and wit unstayd: Yet if their deeper sence be inly wayd, And the dim vele, with which from comune vew Their fairer parts are hid, aside be layd, Perhaps not vaine they may appeare to you. Such as they be, vouchsafe them to receave, And wipe their faults out of your censure grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |