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Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618) By: Kacie, Sage, Aarthi, and Lyric

Sir Walter Raleigh was a captain of an army in Ireland, an avid explorer, a writer/poet, a historian, a spy, a courtier, an aristocrat, and an English statesman. He was born in Hayes Barton, a farmhouse in Devonshire. He attended Oriel College, Oxford, but instead of graduating he went to join a band of volunteers to help  the Huguenots, a group of protesters who became the center of political and religious fights in France. Later on, he became a captain of an army in Ireland. Then he went to Queen Elizabeth’s court. She was very fond of his work. This encounter started a story that may or may not be true. Sir Walter Raleigh liked to go exploring. Most of Raleigh’s explorations were in America, where he failed to make an English colony and lost a lot of money because he tried. Most of his settlers, however, landed in North Carolina. He was knighted in 1584. Between 1584 and 1589, Raleigh sent a number of expeditions across the Atlantic though none were successful. He also explored what is now present day Florida and names the eastern coast of the united states Virginia with Queen Elizabeth in order to honor the queen. Raleigh’s very first exploration left Plymouth in 1585 and his second exploration in 1587.  He faced his death bravely on October 29, 1618.

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 * Examples of Sir Walter Raleigh Poems: **

"All Poems of the Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh - Works." //PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine//. 2011. Web. 06 Dec. 2011. [].

Sir Walter Raleigh ||  || Sir Walter Raleigh ||  ||
 * ||  || **His Pilgrimage** ||
 * ||  || ‍‍‍‍‍Give me myscallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,Travelleth towards the land of heaven; Over the silver mountains,Where spring the nectar fountains; There will I kiss The bowl of bliss; And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill.My soul will be a-dry before; But, after, it will thirst no more. ‍‍‍‍‍ ||
 * ||  || **Sir Walter Raleigh to His [|Son] ** ||   ||
 * ||  || Three things there be that prosper up apace And flourish, whilst they grow asunder far, But on a day, they meet all in one place, And when they meet, they one another mar; And they be these: the wood, the weed, the wag.The wood is that which makes the gallow tree; The weed is that which strings the hangman's bag; The wag, my pretty knave, betokeneth [|thee].Mark well, dear boy, whilst these assemble not, Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild, But when they meet, it makes the timber rot, It frets the halter, and it chokes the child. Then bless thee, and beware, and let us pray We part not with thee at this meeting day.
 * ||  || **Life** ||
 * ||  || What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the [|music] of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting [|sun] Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.





**Some Links Used For Info/Pictures:**

"The Biography of Sir Walter Raleigh - Life Story." //PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine//. Web. 14 Dec. 2011. .

"The Life of Sir Walter Ralegh (1552-1618) [Raleigh Biography]." //Luminarium: Anthology of English Literature//. Web. 14 Dec. 2011. .

Ralegh., Sir Walter. "Sir Walter Raleigh." //British Explorers//. Web. 14 Dec. 2011. . Sage H., 16 December 2011

