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Poem by Alexander Montgomerie


Sonnet 54. On his Maistres. I


Vhat subject, sacred Sisters, sall I sing?
Vhase praise, Apollo, sal my pen proclame ?
Vhat nymph, Minerva, sall thy novice [name?]
The bravest blossome beutie can outbring,

On staitly stalk new sprouting, furth [sall spring.]
Hou sall I sound the fanphar of hir fame,
Vhais angels ees micht mak the sun thin[k shame,]
As half eclipsed, in the heuins to hing !

Bot hola, Muse ! thou mints at such a ma[rk,]
Vhais merit far excedes thy slender skill ;
Jit, if hir grace, for weill, accept gude [will,]
Then war thou weil reuardit for thy wark :

Bot since to mount thy maistres the commands,
With hope, once hazard for to kis hir hands.



Alexander Montgomerie


Alexander Montgomerie's other poems:
  1. The Cherrie and the Slae
  2. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
  3. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
  4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
  5. Sonnet 19. To the Lords of the Session. II


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