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

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by Homer


  We die, 15

  As your hours do, and dry

  Away

  Like to the Summer’s rain;

  Or as the pearls of morning’s dew

  Ne’er to be found again. 20

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  To Blossoms

  Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

  FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree,

  Why do ye fall so fast?

  Your date is not so past,

  But you may stay yet here awhile

  To blush and gently smile, 5

  And go at last.

  What, were ye born to be

  An hour or half’s delight,

  And so to bid good-night?

  ’Twas pity Nature brought ye forth 10

  Merely to show your worth,

  And lose you quite.

  But you are lovely leaves, where we

  May read how soon things have

  Their end, though ne’er so brave: 15

  And after they have shown their pride

  Like you, awhile, they glide

  Into the grave.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Corinna’s Maying

  Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

  GET up, get up for shame! The blooming morn

  Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.

  See how Aurora throws her fair

  Fresh-quilted colours through the air:

  Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see 5

  The dew-bespangling herb and tree!

  Each flower has wept and bow’d toward the east,

  Above an hour since, yet you not drest;

  Nay! not so much as out of bed?

  When all the birds have matins said, 10

  And sung their thankful hymns, ’tis sin,

  Nay, profanation, to keep in,

  Whenas a thousand virgins on this day

  Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.

  Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen 15

  To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,

  And sweet as Flora. Take no care

  For jewels for your gown or hair:

  Fear not; the leaves will strew

  Gems in abundance upon you: 20

  Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,

  Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.

  Come, and receive them while the light

  Hangs on the dew-locks of the night,

  And Titan on the eastern hill 25

  Retires himself, or else stands still

  Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying:

  Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.

  Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark

  How each field turns a street, each street a park, 30

  Made green and trimm’d with trees! see how

  Devotion gives each house a bough

  Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this,

  An ark, a tabernacle is,

  Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove, 35

  As if here were those cooler shades of love.

  Can such delights be in the street

  And open fields, and we not see ‘t?

  Come, we’ll abroad: and let’s obey

  The proclamation made for May, 40

  And sin no more, as we have done, by staying

  But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.

  There’s not a budding boy or girl this day

  But is got up and gone to bring in May.

  A deal of youth, ere this, is come 45

  Back, and with white-thorn laden home.

  Some have dispatch’d their cakes and cream,

  Before that we have left to dream:

  And some have wept and woo’d, and plighted troth,

  And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth: 50

  Many a green-gown has been given,

  Many a kiss, both odd and even:

  Many a glance, too, has been sent

  From out the eye, love’s firmament:

  Many a jest told of the keys betraying 55

  This night, and locks pick’d: yet we’re not a-Maying.

  Come, let us go, while we are in our prime,

  And take the harmless folly of the time!

  We shall grow old apace, and die

  Before we know our liberty. 60

  Our life is short, and our days run

  As fast away as does the sun.

  And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,

  Once lost, can ne’er be found again,

  So when or you or I are made 65

  A fable, song, or fleeting shade,

  All love, all liking, all delight

  Lies drowned with us in endless night.

  Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying,

  Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying. 70

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Francis Quarles

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  An Ecstasy

  Francis Quarles (1592–1644)

  E’EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,

  That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,

  And having ranged and search’d a thousand nooks,

  Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,

  Where in a greater current they conjoin: 5

  So I my Best-belovèd’s am; so He is mine.

  E’en so we met; and after long pursuit,

  E’en so we joined; we both became entire;

  No need for either to renew a suit,

  For I was flax, and He was flames of fire: 10

  Our firm-united souls did more than twine;

  So I my Best-belovèd’s am; so He is mine.

  If all those glittering Monarchs, that command

  The servile quarters of this earthly ball,

  Should tender in exchange their shares of land, 15

  I would not change my fortunes for them all:

  Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:

  The world’s but theirs; but my Belovèd’s mine.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  George Herbert

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Love

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,

  Guilty of dust and sin.

  But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

  From my first entrance in,

  Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning 5

  If I lacked anything.

  ‘A guest,’ I answered, ‘worthy to be here:’

  Love said, ‘You shall be he.’

  ‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,

  I cannot look on Thee.’ 10

  Love took my hand and smiling did reply,

  ‘Who made the eyes but I?’

  ‘Truth, Lord; but I have marred them: let my shame

  Go where it doth deserve.’

  ‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’ 15

  ‘My dear, then I will serve.’

  ‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’

  So I did sit and eat.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Virtue

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright!

  The bridal of the earth and sky —

  The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;

  For thou must die.

  Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave 5

  Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,

  T
hy root is ever in its grave,

  And thou must die.

  Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

  A box where sweets compacted lie, 10

  My music shows ye have your closes,

  And all must die.

  Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

  Like season’d timber, never gives;

  But though the whole world turn to coal, 15

  Then chiefly lives.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Elixir

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  TEACH me, my God and King,

  In all things Thee to see,

  And what I do in anything

  To do it as for Thee.

  Not rudely, as a beast 5

  To run into an action;

  But still to make Thee prepossest

  And give it his perfection.

  A man that looks on glass

  On it may stay his eye, 10

  Or if he pleaseth, through it pass,

  And then the heaven espy.

  All may of Thee partake

  Nothing can be so mean

  Which with his tincture, ‘for Thy sake,’ 15

  Will not grow bright and clean.

  A servant with this clause

  Makes drudgery divine;

  Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws,

  Makes that and the action fine. 20

  This is the famous stone

  That turneth all to gold,

  For that which God doth touch and own

  Cannot for less be told.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Collar

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  I STRUCK the board and cried, “No more;

  I will abroad.

  What, shall I ever sigh and pine?

  My lines and life are free, free as the road,

  Loose as the wind, as large as store. 5

  Shall I be still in suit?

  Have I no harvest but a thorn

  To let me blood, and not restore

  What I have lost with cordial fruit?

  Sure there was wine 10

  Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn

  Before my tears did drown it.

  Is the year only lost to me?

  Have I no bays to crown it?

  No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted? 15

  All wasted?

  Not so, my heart; but there is fruit,

  And thou hast hands.

  Recover all thy sigh-blown age

  On double pleasure: leave thy cold dispute 20

  Of what is fit and not; forsake thy cage,

  Thy rope of sands

  Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee

  Good cable, to enforce and draw

  And be thy law, 25

  While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.

  Away: take heed,

  I will abroad.

  Call in thy death’s head there: tie up thy fears.

  He that forbears 30

  To suit and serve his need

  Deserves his load.”

  But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild

  At every word,

  Methought I heard one calling ‘Child!’ 35

  And I replied, ‘My Lord!’

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Flower

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  HOW fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean

  Are thy returns! Ev’n as the flowers in Spring,

  To which, besides their own demean,

  The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring;

  Grief melts away 5

  Like snow in May,

  As if there were no such cold thing.

  Who would have thought my shrivell’d heart

  Could have recover’d greenness? It was gone

  Quite under ground; as flowers depart 10

  To see their mother-root, when they have blown,

  Where they together

  All the hard weather,

  Dead to the world, keep house unknown.

  These are Thy wonders, Lord of power, 15

  Killing and quick’ning, bringing down to Hell

  And up to Heaven in an hour;

  Making a chiming of a passing bell.

  We say amiss

  This or that is; 20

  Thy word is all, if we could spell.

  O that I once past changing were,

  Fast in thy Paradise where no flower can wither!

  Many a Spring I shoot up fair,

  Off’ring at Heaven, growing and groaning thither; 25

  Nor doth my flower

  Want a Spring shower,

  My sins and I joining together.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Easter Song

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  I GOT me flowers to strew Thy way,

  I got me boughs off many a tree;

  But Thou wast up by break of day,

  And brought’st Thy sweets along with Thee.

  The sun arising in the East, 5

  Though he give light and th’ East perfume,

  If they should offer to contest

  With Thy arising, they presume.

  Can there be any day but this,

  Though many suns to shine endeavour? 10

  We count three hundred, but we miss:

  There is but one, and that one ever.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Pulley

  George Herbert (1593–1633)

  WHEN God at first made Man,

  Having a glass of blessings standing by —

  Let us (said He) pour on him all we can;

  Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,

  Contract into a span. 5

  So strength first made a way,

  Then beauty flow’d, then wisdom, honour, pleasure;

  When almost all was out, God made a stay,

  Perceiving that, alone of all His treasure,

  Rest in the bottom lay. 10

  For if I should (said He)

  Bestow this jewel also on My creature,

  He would adore My gifts instead of Me,

  And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:

  So both should losers be. 15

  Yet let him keep the rest,

  But keep them with repining restlessness;

  Let him be rich and weary, that at least,

  If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

  May toss him to My breast. 20

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  John Milton

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Paradise Lost: Book 1

  John Milton (1608-1674)

  THE ARGUMENT

  This first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Subject, Mans disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was plac’t: Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many Legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with all his Crew into the great Deep. Which action past over, the Poem hasts into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his Angels now fallen into Hell, describ’d here, not in the Center (for Heaven and Earth may be suppos’d as yet not made, certainly not yet accurst) but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest call’d Chaos: Here Satan with his Angels lying on the burning Lake, thunder-struck and astonisht, after a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls up him who next in Order and Dignity lay by him; they confer of thir miserable fall. Satan awakens all his
Legions, who lay till then in the same manner confounded; They rise, thir Numbers, array of Battel, thir chief Leaders nam’d, according to the Idols known afterwards in Canaan and the Countries adjoyning. To these Satan directs his Speech, comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven, but tells them lastly of a new World and new kind of Creature to be created, according to an ancient Prophesie or report in Heaven; for that Angels were long before this visible Creation, was the opinion of many ancient Fathers. To find out the truth of this Prophesie, and what to determin thereon he refers to a full Councel. What his Associates thence attempt. Pandemonium the Palace of Satan rises, suddenly built out of the Deep: The infernal Peers there sit in Councel.

  Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit

  Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast

  Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,

  With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

  Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, 5

  Sing Heav’nly Muse, that on the secret top

  Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire

  That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed,

  In the Beginning how the Heav’ns and Earth

  Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill 10

  Delight thee more, and Siloa’s Brook that flow’d

  Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence

  Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,

  That with no middle flight intends to soar

  Above th’ Aonian Mount, while it pursues 15

 

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