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Upon The Poems And Plays Of The Ever-memorable Mr. William Cartwright Upon The Poems And Plays Of The Ever-memorable Mr. William Cartwright

Upon The Poems And Plays Of The Ever-memorable Mr. William Cartwright
I did but see thee! and how vain it is To vex thee for it with remonstrances, Though things in fashion; let those judge, who sit Their twelve pence out, to clap their hands at wit I fear to sin thus near thee; for--great saint!-- 'Tis known true beauty hath no need of paint. Yet, since a label fix'd to thy fair hearse Is all the mode, and tears put into verse Can teach posterity... Poems - Post by : Shree - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 3550

Upon Mr. Fletcher's Plays, Published 1647 Upon Mr. Fletcher's Plays, Published 1647

Upon Mr. Fletcher's Plays, Published 1647
I knew thee not, nor durst attendance strive, Label to wit, verser remonstrative, And in some suburb-page--scandal to thine-- Like Lent before a Christmas scatter mine. This speaks thee not, since at the utmost rate Such remnants from thy piece entreat their date; Nor can I dub the copy, or afford Titles to swell the rear of verse with lord; Nor politicly big, to inch low fame, Stretch in the glories of a stranger's... Poems - Post by : Jake51 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2486

Upon A Cloak Lent Him By Mr. J. Ridsley Upon A Cloak Lent Him By Mr. J. Ridsley

Upon A Cloak Lent Him By Mr. J. Ridsley
Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'n Thy courtship hath not kill'd me; Is't not even Whether we die by piecemeal, or at once? Since both but ruin, why then for the nonce Didst husband my afflictions, and cast o'er Me this forc'd hurdle to inflame the score? Had I near London in this rug been seen Without doubt I had executed been For some bold Irish spy, and 'cross a sledge Had... Poems - Post by : kaybee - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2075

An Elegy On The Death Of Mr. R. W. An Elegy On The Death Of Mr. R. W.

An Elegy On The Death Of Mr. R. W.
An Elegy on the Death of Mr. R. W., Slain in the late 79 Unfortunate Differences at Routon Heath, near Chester, 1645. I am confirmed, and so much wing is given To my wild thoughts, that they dare strike at heav'n. A full year's grief I struggled with, and stood Still on my sandy hopes' uncertain good, So loth was I to yield; to all those fears I still oppos'd thee, and denied my tears. But thou art gone! and... Poems - Post by : paid4lotto - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1359

Monsieur Gombauld Monsieur Gombauld

Monsieur Gombauld
I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seen Th' amours and courtship of the silent Queen, Her stoln descents to Earth, and what did move her To juggle first with Heav'n, then with a lover, With Latmos' louder rescue, and--alas!-- To find her out a hue and cry in brass; Thy journal of deep mysteries, and sad Nocturnal pilgrimage, with thy dreams clad In fancies darker than thy cave, thy glass Of sleepy... Poems - Post by : emathieu - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1237

To His Retired Friend, An Invitation To Brecknock To His Retired Friend, An Invitation To Brecknock

To His Retired Friend, An Invitation To Brecknock
Since last we met, thou and thy horse--my dear-- Have not so much as drunk, or litter'd here; I wonder, though thyself be thus deceas'd, Thou hast the spite to coffin up thy beast; Or is the palfrey sick, and his rough hide With the penance of one spur mortified? Or taught by thee--like Pythagoras's ox-- Is then his master grown more orthodox Whatever 'tis, a sober cause't must be That thus long bars... Poems - Post by : sjohari - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1164

To His Friend---- To His Friend----

To His Friend----
I wonder, James, through the whole history Of ages, such entails of poverty Are laid on poets; lawyers--they say--have found A trick to cut them; would they were but bound To practise on us, though for this thing we Should pay--if possible--their bribes and fee. Search--as thou canst--the old and modern store Of Rome and ours, in all the witty score Thou shalt not find a rich one; take each clime, And run o'er... Poems - Post by : Donna_Jones - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2680

In Amicum Foeneratorem In Amicum Foeneratorem

In Amicum Foeneratorem
Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to see How I have spoil'd his thrift, by spending thee. Now thou art gone, he courts my wants with more, His decoy gold, and bribes me to restore. As lesser lode-stones with the North consent, Naturally moving to their element, As bodies swarm to th' centre, and that fire Man stole from heaven, to heav'n doth still aspire, So this vast crying sum draws in a less; And... Poems - Post by : angelica - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2304

The Charnel-house The Charnel-house

The Charnel-house
Bless me! what damps are here! how stiff an air! Kelder of mists, a second fiat's care, Front'spiece o' th' grave and darkness, a display Of ruin'd man, and the disease of day, Lean, bloodless shamble I can descry Fragments of men, rags of anatomy, Corruption's wardrobe, the transplantive bed Of mankind, and th' exchequer of the dead! How thou arrests my sense! how with the sight My winter'd blood grows stiff to... Poems - Post by : BigTimeProfits - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1705

To The River Isca To The River Isca

To The River Isca
When Daphne's lover here first wore the bays, Eurotas' secret streams heard all his lays, And holy Orpheus, Nature's busy child, By headlong Hebrus his deep hymns compil'd; Soft Petrarch--thaw'd by Laura's flames--did weep On Tiber's banks, when she--proud fair!--could sleep; Mosella boasts Ausonius, and the Thames Doth murmur Sidney's Stella to her streams; While Severn, swoln with joy and sorrow, wears Castara's smiles mix'd with fair Sabrin's tears. Thus poets--like... Poems - Post by : Daedalus - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 3258

Olor Iscanus Olor Iscanus

Olor Iscanus
----O quis me gelidis in vallibus IscaeSistat, et ingenti ramorum protegat umbra!AD POSTEROS. Diminuat ne sera dies praesentis honorem Quis, qualisque fui, percipe Posteritas. Cambria me genuit, patulis ubi vallibus errans Subjacet aeriis montibus Isca pater. Inde sinu placido suscepit maximus arte Herbertus, Latiae gloria prima scholae. Bis ternos, illo me conducente, per annos Profeci, et geminam contulit unus opem; Ars et amor, mens atque manus... Poems - Post by : takabull - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2306

Juvenal's Tenth Satire Translated Juvenal's Tenth Satire Translated

Juvenal's Tenth Satire Translated
In all the parts of earth, from farthest West, And the Atlantic Isles, unto the East And famous Ganges, few there be that know What's truly good, and what is good, in show, Without mistake: for what is't we desire, Or fear discreetly? to whate'er aspire, So throughly bless'd, but ever as we speed, Repentance seals the very act, and deed? The easy gods, mov'd by no other fate Than our own pray'rs, whole... Poems - Post by : plusprofits - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1290

Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement

Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement
Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house! Chaste treasurer of all my vows And wealth! on whose soft bosom laid My love's fair steps I first betray'd: Henceforth no melancholy flight, No sad wing, or hoarse bird of night, Disturb this air, no fatal throat Of raven, or owl, awake the note Of our laid echo, no voice dwell Within these leaves, but Philomel. The poisonous ivy here no more... Poems - Post by : nedsenft - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1228

To Amoret Weeping To Amoret Weeping

To Amoret Weeping
Leave Amoret, melt not away so fast Thy eyes' fair treasure; Fortune's wealthiest cast Deserves not one such pearl; for these, well spent, Can purchase stars, and buy a tenement For us in heaven; though here the pious streams Avail us not; who from that clue of sunbeams Could ever steal one thread? or with a kind Persuasive accent charm the wild loud wind? Fate cuts us all in marble, and the Book... Poems - Post by : Otha_Norris - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1734

To Amoret, Of The Difference 'twixt Him And Other Lovers, And What True Love Is To Amoret, Of The Difference 'twixt Him And Other Lovers, And What True Love Is

To Amoret, Of The Difference 'twixt Him And Other Lovers, And What True Love Is
Mark, when the evening's cooler wings Fan the afflicted air, how the faint sun, Leaving undone, What he begun, Those spurious flames suck'd up from slime and earth To their first, low birth,... Poems - Post by : quadcity - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 3549

A Rhapsodis A Rhapsodis

A Rhapsodis
Occasionally written upon a meeting with some of his friends at the Globe Tavern, in a chamber painted overhead with a cloudy sky and some few dispersed stars, and on the sides with landscapes, hills, shepherds and sheep. Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They invite Our active fancies to believe it night: For taverns need no sun, but for a sign, Where rich tobacco and quick tapers shine; And royal, witty sack, the poet's soul, With brighter suns than he... Poems - Post by : JohnMerrick - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 3396

An Elegy An Elegy

An Elegy
'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die, I'll leave these sighs and tears a legacy To after-lovers: that, rememb'ring me, Those sickly flames which now benighted be, Fann'd by their warmer sighs, may love; and prove In them the metempsychosis of love. 'Twas I--when others scorn'd--vow'd you were fair, And sware that breath enrich'd the coarser air, Lent roses to your cheeks, made Flora bring Her nymphs with all the glories of... Poems - Post by : Waunita2 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 3777

A Song To Amoret A Song To Amoret

A Song To Amoret
If I were dead, and in my place Some fresher youth design'd To warm thee with new fires, and grace Those arms I left behind; Were he as faithful as the sun, That's wedded to the sphere; His blood as chaste and temp'rate run, As April's mildest tear; Or were he rich, and with his heaps And spacious share of earth,... Poems - Post by : kevin4man - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2048

To Amoret Gone From Him To Amoret Gone From Him

To Amoret Gone From Him
Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd, And Amoret, of thee we talk'd; The West just then had stolen the sun, And his last blushes were begun: We sate, and mark'd how everything Did mourn his absence: how the spring That smil'd and curl'd about his beams, Whilst he was here, now check'd her streams: The wanton eddies of her face Were taught less noise, and smoother grace; And in a slow,... Poems - Post by : yolyfl - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 2825

To Amoret, Walking In A Starry Evening To Amoret, Walking In A Starry Evening

To Amoret, Walking In A Starry Evening
If, Amoret, that glorious eye, In the first birth of light, And death of Night, Had with those elder fires you spy Scatter'd so high, Received form and sight; We might suspect in the vast ring, Amidst these golden glories, And fiery stories;(1) Whether the sun had been the king... Poems - Post by : ghoston - Date : October 2011 - Author : Henry Vaughan - Read : 1176