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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Title: 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.
Publication: Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],; 1600.
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Subject terms: English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Of the Hebrew tongue.

—All haile thou sempiternall spring Of spirituall pictures, speech of heauens hie King, Mother and mistresse of all the tongues the prime, Which pure hast past such vast deepe gulphs of time, Which hast no word but waies, whose elements Flowe with hid sense, thy points with sacraments. O sacred Dialect, in thee the names Of men, townes, countries, register their fames In briefe abridgements: and the names of birds, Of water guests, and forrest haunting heards, Are open brookes, where euery man might read.