English poet, elder son of Dr Giles Fletcher, and brother of Giles the younger, was born at Cranbrook, Kent, and was baptized on the 8th of April 1582.
He was admitted a scholar of Eton, and in 16oo entered King’s College, Cambridge. He graduated B.A. in 1604, and M.A. in 16o8, and was one of the contributors to Sorrow’s Joy (1603). His pastoral drama, Sicelides or Piscatory (pr. 1631)... more »
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Phineas Fletcher Poems
The Divine Lover
I Me Lord? can’st thou mispend One word, misplace one look on me?
DROP, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from Heaven The news and Prince of Peace:
The Happy Shepherd
Thrice, oh, thrice happy, shepherd's life and state! When courts are happiness' unhappy pawns! His cottage low and safely humble gate
Instability of Human Greatness
Fond man, that looks on earth for happiness, And here long seeks what here is never found! For all our good we hold from Heaven by lease,
The Dying Husband's Farewell
I LEAVE them, now the trumpet calls away; In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving; Yet in my children here immortall stay:
The Apollyonists - Canto 1
I Of men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all, Incarnate fiends, English Italianate; Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,
The Purple Island
The early morn lets out the peeping day, And strewed his path with golden marygolds; The moon grows wanne, and starres flie all away, Whom Lucifer locks up in wonted folds,
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The Divine Lover
Me Lord? can’st thou mispend
One word, misplace one look on me?
Call’st me thy Love, thy Friend?
Can this poor soul the object be
Of these love-glances, those life-kindling eyes?
What? I the Centre of thy arms embraces?
Of all thy labour I the prize?
Love never mocks, Truth never lies.
Oh how I quake: Hope fear, fear hope displaces:
I would, but cannot hope: such wondrous love amazes.
See, I am black as night,
See I am darkness: dark as hell.
Lord thou more fair than light; ...