Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CIVILL WARR, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Untoward passions, peace: I'm wearied quite Last Line: Of mine will help: sweet jesu lend me aid. Subject(s): Anger; Self-consciousness; War | ||||||||
UNTOWARD passions, peace: I'm wearied quite: I will allow Only my Anger now, To lash herselfe, & you: Rise Anger, rise and arme; 'tis time to fight. Is it not time, now faint ignoble feare By Cowardize Numbers her Victories; And ever as She flyes Leaves conquer'd Mee Captive to helplesse Care? Is it not time, now Love, that Towring Thing, Forgets to fly At Objects brave & high, And heer content to lie In filthy puddles wets his Noble Wing? Is it not time, now fond Greife wasts my Teares (And all in vaine) Not on my soules foule staine, Which both their Springs might draine But on some idle disappointed Cares? Is it not time, when Zeale hath lost its Eyes, Yet runs as fast As when ye Northern Blast Makes its most headlong hast And knows as little to what end it flies? Is it not time, when Thou thy Selfe art spent, But not on Mee Nor on thy Selfe, though wee Are onely fit to bee The marks at which thine Arrows should be bent? 'Tis time to fight. But oh! I am betray'd! These Rebells are Allready got so far Into my Heart, no care Of mine will help: Sweet Jesu lend me aid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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