Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (116 page)

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Cheer Up, My Mates

 

(Sitting and drinking in the chair made out of the relics of Sir Francis Drake’s ship.)

 

Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)

 

CHEER up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow;
 
Clap on more sail, and never spare;
 
Farewell, all lands, for now we are
 
In the wide sea of drink, and merrily we go.
Bless me, ’tis hot! another bowl of wine,
  
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And we shall cut the burning Line:
Hey, boys! she scuds away, and by my head I know
 
We round the world are sailing now.
What dull men are those who tarry at home,
When abroad they might wantonly roam,
  
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And gain such experience, and spy, too,
 
Such countries and wonders, as I do!
But pr’ythee, good pilot, take heed what you do,
 
And fail not to touch at Peru!
 
With gold there the vessel we’ll store,
  
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And never, and never be poor,
 
No, never be poor any more.

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Drinking

 

Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)

 

THE THIRSTY earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
  
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Should have but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill’d that they o’erflow the cup.
The busy Sun (and one would guess
By ‘s drunken fiery face no less)
  
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Drinks up the sea, and when he’s done,
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the night:
Nothing in Nature’s sober found,
  
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But an eternal health goes round.
Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high,
Fill all the glasses there — for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
  
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List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

On the Death of Mr. William Hervey

 

Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)

 

IT was a dismal and a fearful night:
Scarce could the Morn drive on th’ unwilling Light,
When Sleep, Death’s image, left my troubled breast
 
By something liker Death possest.
My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow,
  
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And on my soul hung the dull weight
 
Of some intolerable fate.
What bell was that? Ah me! too much I know!

 

My sweet companion and my gentle peer,
Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here,
  
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Thy end for ever and my life to moan?
 
O, thou hast left me all alone!
Thy soul and body, when death’s agony
 
Besieged around thy noble heart,
 
Did not with more reluctance part
  
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Than I, my dearest Friend, do part from thee.

 

My dearest Friend, would I had died for thee!
Life and this world henceforth will tedious be:
Nor shall I know hereafter what to do
 
If once my griefs prove tedious too.
  
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Silent and sad I walk about all day,
 
As sullen ghosts stalk speechless by
 
Where their hid treasures lie;
Alas! my treasure’s gone; why do I stay?

 

Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights,
  
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How oft unwearied have we spent the nights,
Till the Ledæan stars, so famed for love,
 
Wonder’d at us from above!
We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine;
 
But search of deep Philosophy,
  
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Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry —
Arts which I loved, for they, my Friend, were thine.

 

Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say
Have ye not seen us walking every day?
Was there a tree about which did not know
  
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The love betwixt us two?
Henceforth, ye gentle trees, for ever fade;
 
Or your sad branches thicker join
 
And into darksome shades combine,
Dark as the grave wherein my Friend is laid!
  
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Large was his soul: as large a soul as e’er
Submitted to inform a body here;
High as the place ’twas shortly in Heaven to have.
 
But low and humble as his grave.
So high that all the virtues there did come,
  
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As to their chiefest seat
 
Conspicuous and great;
So low, that for me too it made a room.

 

Knowledge he only sought, and so soon caught
As if for him Knowledge had rather sought;
  
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Nor did more learning ever crowded lie
 
In such a short mortality.
Whene’er the skilful youth discoursed or writ,
 
Still did the notions throng
 
About his eloquent tongue;
  
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Nor could his ink flow faster than his wit.

 

His mirth was the pure spirits of various wit,
Yet never did his God or friends forget;
And when deep talk and wisdom came in view,
 
Retired, and gave to them their due.
  
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For the rich help of books he always took,
 
Though his own searching mind before
 
Was so with notions written o’er,
As if wise Nature had made that her book.

 

With as much zeal, devotion, piety,
  
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He always lived, as other saints do die.
Still with his soul severe account he kept,
 
Weeping all debts out ere he slept.
Then down in peace and innocence he lay,
 
Like the Sun’s laborious light,
  
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Which still in water sets at night,
Unsullied with his journey of the day.

 

But happy Thou, ta’en from this frantic age,
Where ignorance and hypocrisy does rage!
A fitter time for Heaven no soul e’er chose —
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The place now only free from those.
There ‘mong the blest thou dost for ever shine;
 
And whereso’er thou casts thy view
 
Upon that white and radiant crew,
See’st not a soul clothed with more light than thine.
  
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List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

The Resolve

 

Alexander Brome (1620–1666)

 

TELL me not of a face that’s fair,
 
Nor lip and cheek that’s red,
Nor of the tresses of her hair,
 
Nor curls in order laid,
Nor of a rare seraphic voice
  
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That like an angel sings;
Though if I were to take my choice
 
I would have all these things:
But if that thou wilt have me love,
 
And it must be a she,
  
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The only argument can move
 
Is that she will love me.

 

The glories of your ladies be
 
But metaphors of things,
And but resemble what we see
  
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Each common object brings.
Roses out-red their lips and cheeks,
 
Lilies their whiteness stain;
What fool is he that shadows seeks
 
And may the substance gain?
  
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Then if thou’lt have me love a lass,
 
Let it be one that’s kind:
Else I’m a servant to the glass
 
That’s with Canary lined.

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

A Garden

 

Written after the Civil Wars

 

Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)

 

SEE how the flowers, as at parade,
Under their colours stand display’d:
Each regiment in order grows,
That of the tulip, pink, and rose.
But when the vigilant patrol
  
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Of stars walks round about the pole,
Their leaves, that to the stalks are curl’d
Seem to their staves the ensigns furl’d.
Then in some flower’s belovèd hut
Each bee, as sentinel, is shut,
 
 
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And sleeps so too; but if once stirr’d,
She runs you through, nor asks the word.
O thou, that dear and happy Isle,
The garden of the world erewhile,
Thou Paradise of the four seas
  
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Which Heaven planted us to please,
But, to exclude the world, did guard
With wat’ry if not flaming sword;
What luckless apple did we taste
To make us mortal and thee waste!
  
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Unhappy! shall we never more
That sweet militia restore,
When gardens only had their towers,
And all the garrisons were flowers;
When roses only arms might bear,
  
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And men did rosy garlands wear?

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

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