Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN PRAISE OF HOPE, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hope, of all ills that men endure Last Line: To which all soon returne that travaile out. Variant Title(s): For Hope Subject(s): Hope; Optimism | ||||||||
1. HOpe, of all Ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal Cure! Thou Captiv's Freedome, and thou sick-Man's Health! Thou Loser's Victory, and thou Beggar's wealth! Thou Manna, which from Heaven we eat, To every tast a severall Meat! Thou strong Retreat! thou sure-entail'd Estate, Which nought has Power to alienate! Thou pleasant, honest, Flatterer! for none Flatter unhappy Men, but thou alone! 2. Hope, thou first-Fruits of Happinesse! Thou gentle Dawning of a bright Successe! Thou good Preparative, without which our Joy Does work too strong, and whilst it cures, destroy; Who out of Fortune's reach dost stand, And art a blessing still in hand! Whilst Thee, her Earnest-Mony we retain, We certain are to gaine, Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfill, Thou only good, not worse for ending ill! 3. Brother of Faith, 'twixt whom and Thee The joyes of Heaven and Earth divided be! Though Faith be Heire, and have the fixt estate, Thy Portion yet in Movables is great. Happinesse it selfe's all one In Thee, or in Possession! Only the Future's Thine, the Present His! Thine's the more hard and noble Bliss; Best apprehender of our joyes, which hast So long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast! 4. Hope, thou sad Lover's only Friend! Thou Way that may'st dispute it with the End! For Love I fear's a fruit that does delight The tast it selfe lesse than the Smell and sight. Fruition more deceitfull is Then Thou canst be, when thou dost misse; Men leave thee by obtaining, and strait flee Some other way again to Thee; And that's a pleasant Country, without doubt, To which all soon returne that travaile out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by DEREK MAHON |
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