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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON SOLITUDE, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Last Line: A solitude almost. Subject(s): Solitude; Loneliness | |||
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian underwood! Where the poetic birds rejoice And for their quiet nests and plenteous food, Pay with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muse's richest manor seat! Ye country houses and retreat, Which all the happy gods so love, That for you oft they quit their bright and great Metropolis above. Here Nature does a house for me erect, Nature, the wisest architect, Who those fond artists does despise That can the fair and living trees neglect, Yet the dead timber prize. Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying Hear the soft winds above me flying, With all their wanton boughs dispute, And the more tuneful birds to both replying, Nor be myself too mute. Ah wretched and too solitary he Who loves not his own company! He'll feel the weight of 't many a day Unless he call in sin or vanity To help to bear 't away. Whilst this hard truth I teach, methinks I see The monster London laugh at me, I should at thee too, foolish city, If it were fit to laugh at misery, But thy estate I pity. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ABEYANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV IN A VACANT HOUSE by PHILIP LEVINE SUNDAY ALONE IN A FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT, CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SILENCE LIKE COOL SAND by PAT MORA THE HONEY BEAR by EILEEN MYLES |
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