@3THAT holy hymns with lovers' cares are knit Both in one quire here, thou mayest think't unfit. Why dost not blame the Stationer as well, Who in the same shop sets all sorts to sell? Divine with styles profane, grave shelved with vain, And some matched worse. Yet none of him complain.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS SYMPATHY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THEY CALL IT BUSINESS by CHARLES G. ADAMS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |