From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat. The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat. Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast; Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood. From tender years in Britain she doth rest With a king's child, where she tastes ghostly food. Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen; Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine; And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. Beauty her mate, her virtues from above: Happy is he that may obtain her love.
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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/1517 – 19 January 1547), KG, (courtesy title), was an English nobleman, politician and poet. He was one of th…
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