Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SENTINEL; TO MY FRIEND, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Thanks sweetest friend, who deckest me Last Line: Be thou my second, though my self thou art. Subject(s): Friendship; Gratitude | ||||||||
THANKS sweetest friend, who deckest me In shewing me mine own Deformitie. Alas, the eys ev'n of my Minde Though plac'd within, to things within are blinde; And, like those of my Body, on Externals spend their gazing selvs alone. Ay me, who thus become Abroad quicksighted, but stark blinde at home. 2 My faithfull eyes are those whereby The darkest bottom of my self I spy. What fools were Poets, who could finde No way but to conclude that Love is blinde! He who himself would right discover, The eys must borrow of a trusty Lover; Eys whence indeed those darts Of piercing fire flash forth which serch through hearts. 3 Dear Spie of me, thanks thanks again For this discovery; now me thinks 'tis plain How ougly I did muffled go In Melancholies veil. I know no Foe Whom more I hate than that black Witch, Yet much I love her too: Alas in such A snarled maze I move That heer I love my hate, & hate my love. 4 Inestimable Sentinel, Upon thy loving guard oh stand thou still: Give the alarm whenever thou These clowds discoverest gathering on my brow; And help me in the charge, that I May conquer by thy cheerfull bravery. This way, my better Heart, Be thou my Second, though my Self thou art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO COUNTRIES by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE PLACE I WANT TO GET BACK TO by MARY OLIVER AFTER A NOISY NIGHT by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR FOUNTAIN IN AVIGNON by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THANK YOU FOR SAYING THANK YOU by CHARLES BERNSTEIN INVENTORY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER 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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