Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HIS EVER-LOVING GOD, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Can I not come to thee, my god, for these Last Line: To leave this life, not loving it, but thee. Subject(s): God | ||||||||
Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these So very-many-meeting hindrances, That slack my pace; but yet not make me stay? Who slowly goes, rids (in the end) his way. Cleere Thou my paths, or shorten Thou my miles, Remove the barrs, or lift me o're the stiles: Since rough the way is, help me when I call, And take me up; or els prevent the fall. I kenn my home; and it affords some ease, To see far off the smoaking Villages. Fain would I rest; yet covet not to die, For feare of future-biting penurie: No, no, (my God) Thou know'st my wishes be To leave this life, not loving it, but Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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