Abraham Cowley Poems
|41.||To The Royal Society (Excerpts)||1/1/2004|
|42.||Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (Excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|43.||On The Death Of Mr. William Hervey||1/4/2003|
|47.||Hymn To Light||4/19/2010|
|52.||On The Death Of Mr. Crashaw||1/1/2004|
|55.||The Given Heart||1/1/2004|
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The Given Heart
I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
They have giv'n their hearts away.
Some good kind lover tell me how;
For mine is but a torment to me now.
If so it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain?
What courtesy can Love do more,
Than to join hearts that parted were before?
Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Like a granado shot into a magazine.
Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts,
Of both our ...
Awake, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master's humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she
And I so lowly be
Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
Hark, how the strings awake!