BOOK I (excerpt)
I sing the man who Judah’s sceptre bore
In that right hand which held the crook before;
Who from best poet, best of kings did grow;
The two chief gifts Heav’n could on man bestow.
Much danger first, much toil did he sustain,
Whilst Saul and Hell cross’d his strong fate in vain.
Nor did his crown less painful work afford;
Less exercise his patience, or his sword;
So long her conqueror fortunes spite pursued;
Till with unwearied virtue he subdued
All homebred malice, and all foreign boasts;
Their strength was armies, his the Lord of Hosts.
Thou, who didst David’s royal stem adorn,
And gav’st him birth from whom thy self wast born;
Who didst in triumph at death’s court appear,
And slew’st him with thy nails, thy cross and spear,
Whilst Hell’s black tyrant trembled to behold,
The glorious light he forfeited of old;
Who Heav’ns glad burden now, and justest pride,
Sit’st high enthron’d next thy great Father’s side,
(Where hallowed flames help to adorn that head
Which once the blushing thorns environed,
Till crimson drops of precious blood hung down
Like rubies to enrich thine humble crown.)
Even thou my breast with such blest rage inspire,
As mov’d the tuneful strings of David’s lyre,
Guide my bold steps with thine old travelling flame,
In these untrodden paths to sacred fame;
Lo, with pure hands thy heav’enly fires to take,
My well-chang’d Muse I a chaste vestal make!
From earth’s vain joys, and love’s soft witchcraft free,
I consecrate my Magdalene to thee!
Lo, this great work, a temple to thy praise,
On polish’d pillars of strong verse I raise!
A temple, where if thou vouchsafe to dwell,
It Solomon’s, and Herod’s shall excel.
Too long the Muses-land have heathen bin;
Their gods too long were devils, and virtues sin;
But thou, Eternal Word, has call’d forth me
Th’ apostle, to convert that world to thee;
T’ unbind the charms that in slight fables lie,
And teach that truth is purest poesy.
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A few random poems:
- Шекспир – А это смерть – Сонет 64
- The Four Winds poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Sonnet CLII by William Shakespeare
- A Dream Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Bringen Woone Gwaïn O’ Zundays by William Barnes
- Going by Philip Larkin
- Rich Days by William Henry Davies
- Владимир Корнилов – Слово
- Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare
- Fragment of a Greek Tragedy poem – A. E. Housman
- My prayers must meet a brazen heaven poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Moment I knew my Life had Changed by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Sonnet (X) : In the search of the physical immortality by Neelam Sinha
- Sonnet (VIII) : Some left crown , some left land and some into exile by Neelam Sinha
- Sonnet (IX) : Flesh o flesh ! The momentous , the mortal , the doomed by Neelam Sinha
- Set me FREE by Neelam Sinha
- Riposte to the Bard: Sonnet 130 remade in my lady’s image by Neil Outar
- Rapture by Neil Outar
- Praises to my motherland ! by Neelam Sinha
- O the Chimneys by Nelly Sachs
- Mirage by Neelam Sinha
- Minnesang by Neil Outar
- Mama, Come Back by Nellie Wong
- Mad Nuclear Mushrooms by Adeola Ikuomola
- Lonely Poets by Ndue Ukaj
- Know thy SELF by Neelam Sinha
- Job by Nelly Sachs
- Immigranten by Ndue Ukaj
- Illusion of Time by Ndue Ukaj
- I too want to ESCAPE by Neelam Sinha
- I know you will remember ME by Neelam Sinha
- Hummingbird by Nicole M Nugent
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Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.