Abraham Cowley

(1618 – 28 July 1667 / London)

Abraham Cowley Poems

1. Anacreontics, Drinking 1/4/2003
2. A Vote (Excerpt) 2/24/2014
3. To The Lord Falkland 2/24/2014
4. Reason, The Use Of It In Divine Matters 2/24/2014
5. The Chronicle 2/24/2014
6. An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey 2/24/2014
7. Constantia's Song 2/24/2014
8. Epitaph 2/24/2014
9. Thisbe's Song 2/24/2014
10. The Parting 2/24/2014
11. The Usurpation 2/24/2014
12. The Welcome 2/24/2014
13. Cousel 2/24/2014
14. Concealment 2/24/2014
15. Resolved To Be Loved 2/24/2014
16. Against Fruition 2/24/2014
17. Against Hope 2/24/2014
18. Written In Juice Of Lemon 2/24/2014
19. The Spring 2/24/2014
20. The Thraldom 2/24/2014
21. The Request 2/24/2014
22. The Vote (Excerpt) 2/24/2014
23. Inconstancy 2/24/2014
24. Bathing In The River 2/24/2014
25. Sleep 2/24/2014
26. Of Wit 2/24/2014
27. The Innocent Ill 2/24/2014
28. On The Death Of Sir Henry Wootton 2/24/2014
29. The Tree Of Knowledge 2/24/2014
30. To Sir William Davenant 2/24/2014
31. The Motto 2/24/2014
32. The Given Love 2/24/2014
33. Not Fair 2/24/2014
34. The Heart Breaking 2/24/2014
35. The Thief 2/24/2014
36. Platonick Love 2/24/2014
37. The Praise Of Pindar In Imitation Of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4 4/19/2010
38. Anacreontics, The Epicure 1/4/2003
39. A Vote (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
40. The Epicure 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Abraham Cowley

The Wish

WELL then! I now do plainly see
   This busy world and I shall ne'er agree.
The very honey of all earthly joy
Does of all meats the soonest cloy;
   And they, methinks, deserve my pity
Who for it can endure the stings,
The crowd and buzz and murmurings,
   Of this great hive, the city.

Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave
May I a small house and large garden have;
And a few friends, and many books, both true,
Both wise, and both delightful too!
   And since love ne'er will from me ...

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Anacreontics, Drinking

THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
Should have but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
The busy Sun (and one would guess

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