Sonnets on English Dramatic Poets (1590-1650): Epilogue
Our mother, which wast twice, as history saith, Found first among the nations: once, when she Who bore thine ensign saw the God in thee Smite Spain, and bring forth Shakespeare: once, when death Shrank, and Romes bloodhounds cowered, at Miltons breath: More than thy place, then first among the free, More than that sovereign lordship of the sea Bequeathed to Cromwell from Elizabeth, More than thy fiery guiding- star, which Drake Hailed, and the deep saw lit again for Blake, More than all deeds wrought of thy strong right hand, This praise keeps most thy fames memorial strong, That thou wast head of all these streams of song, And time bows down to thee as Shakespeares land.
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