Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
Author
Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
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Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Of a Skirmish,

Then grew the fight on both sides firme and stable, Both sides defend, both sides alike inuade; They cast on both sides dartes innumerable Making therewith a darke vnpleasing shade, An endlesse worke it were to write the rable The Christians kild with bow, with bill, with blade. Sometime the sway goeth hether, somtime thether, Like waters driuen with doubtfull tydes and wether: VVhen one is slaine, his roome another fills, VVhen one is hurt, another takes his place,

Page 377

And he that now an other smites and kills, Falls dead him selfe within a little space, Great heapes of bodies dead make little hills: The earth it selfe lookes with a bloody face; The greene where-with it erst was stored, Turneth to sanguine and vermillion red. S. I. Harrington.
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