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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOUREGLASSE, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Once as I in my study sate & saw Last Line: Triumphs o'r time by sure eternitie. Subject(s): Fate; Time; Destiny | |||
ONCE as I in my Study sate & saw The faithfull Houreglasse wth what speed it ran, (Much faster then my dull Invention) Me thought I might from thence some Emblem draw. I and ye Sand neer kindred had, my Dust Will proove it so: & for ye tender glasse My brittle Constitution may passe. Time measureth my life, & run it must, But heer's ye difference: That its houre will run, Whilst my poor Life hath not one minute sure. The Glasse, if us'd with care, may long indure: My most uncertaine Life may break alone. When that is out strait turned up againe Its Life renewed is, & runs afresh: But when my Dust is out, this helplesse Flesh Must in its ruine to Times end remaine. Yet then at length my Fate shall happier be: My Dust once turned up from my long Grave, Runs not by sleight vain houres, but stout & brave Triumphs o'r Time by sure Eternitie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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