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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIEF, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou robb'st my days of business and delights Last Line: But to torment men, not to give them blisse. Subject(s): Love | |||
1. THou rob'st my Daies of bus'nesse and delights. Of sleep thou rob'st my Nights; Ah, Lovely Thiefe, what wilt thou doe? What? Rob me of Heaven too? Thou, even my prayers thou hauntest me; And I, with wild Idolatry, Begin, to God, and end them all, to Thee. 2. Is it a Sinne to Love, that it should thus, Like an ill Conscience, torture us? What ere I do, where ere I go, (None Guiltlesse ere was haunted so) Still, still, methinks thy face I view, And still thy shape does me pursue, As if, not you Mee, but I had murthered You. 3. From books I strive some remedy to take, But thy Name all the Letters make; What ere 'tis writ, I find that there, Like Points and Comma's every where, Me blest for this let no man hold; For I, as Midas did of old, Perish by turning every thing to Gold. 4. What do I seek, alas, or why do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly; From making thee my Deitie, I gave thee then Ubiquitie. My pains resemble Hell in this; The divine presence there too is, But to torment Men, not 4. What do I seek, alas, or why do I Attempt in vain from thee to fly; From making thee my Deitie, I gave thee then Ubiquitie. My pains resemble Hell in this; The divine presence there too is, But to torment Men, not to give them blisse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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