John Fletcher

(20 December 1579 - 29 August 1625 / Rye, Sussex, England)

John Fletcher Poems

1. Philaster 5/22/2012
2. Drinking Song 2/18/2015
3. Orpheus I Am, Come From The Deeps Below 8/22/2012
4. The Dead Host's Welcome 8/22/2012
5. The Faithful Shepherdess (Monologue) 5/22/2012
6. Aspatia's Song 1/4/2003
7. To Venus 8/22/2012
8. The Power Of Music 8/22/2012
9. To His Sleeping Mistress 8/22/2012
10. Hence, All You Vain Delights From The Nice Valour 1/13/2003
11. Melancholy 1/4/2003
12. Hymn To Pan 1/4/2003
13. Bridal Song 1/4/2003
14. Care-Charming Sleep 1/1/2004
15. Weep No More 1/4/2003
16. Beauty Clear And Fair 1/4/2003
17. God Lyaeus 1/4/2003
18. Sleep 1/1/2004
19. Away, Delights 1/4/2003
20. Love's Emblems 1/4/2003
21. Hear, Ye Ladies 1/4/2003
22. Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away 1/13/2003
Best Poem of John Fletcher

Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away

Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.

Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are yet of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

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HENCE, all you vain delights,
   As short as are the nights
   Wherein you spend your folly!
There 's naught in this life sweet,
If men were wise to see't,
   But only melancholy--
   O sweetest melancholy!
Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes,
A sight that piercing mortifies,

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