Abraham Cowley Poems
- The Given Heart I wonder what those lovers mean, who say ...
- On The Death Of Mr. Crashaw Poet and Saint! to thee alone are...
- The Wish WELL then! I now do plainly see ...
- Life Life's a name That nothing here can truly claim; This ...
- The Despair Beneath this gloomy shade, By Nature only for my...
- The Grasshopper Happy insect, what can be In happiness ...
- Beauty LIBERAL Nature did dispence To all things Arms for ...
His father, a wealthy citizen, who died shortly before his birth, was a stationer. His mother was wholly given to works of devotion, but it happened that there lay in her parlour a copy of The Faerie Queene. This became the favourite reading of her son, and he had twice devoured it all before he was sent to school.
As early as 1628, that is, in his tenth year, he composed his Tragicall History of Piramus and Thisbe, an epic romance written in a six-line stanza, a style of his own invention. It is not too much to say that this work is the most astonishing feat of imaginative precocity on record; it is marked by no great faults of immaturity, and possesses constructive merits of a ... more »
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''God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.''Abraham Cowley (1618-1667), British essayist, poet. The Garden, Essays in Verse and Prose (1668).
''Life is an incurable disease.''Abraham Cowley (1618-1667), British essayist, poet. To Dr. Scarborough, st. 6 (1656).
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The Given Heart
I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
They have giv'n their hearts away.
Some good kind lover tell me how;
For mine is but a torment to me now.
If so it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain?
What courtesy can Love do more,
Than to join hearts that parted were before?
Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Like a granado shot into a magazine.
Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts,
Of both our ...