Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MR. CAREW TO HIS FRIEND, by THOMAS CAREW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Like to the hand that hath been us'd to play Last Line: That something more than bodies us combine. Subject(s): Friendship | ||||||||
LIKE to the hand that hath been us'd to play One lesson long still runs the selfsame way, And waits not what the hearers bid it strike, But doth presume by custom this will like: So run my thoughts, which are so perfect grown, So well acquainted with my passion, That now they dare prevent me with their haste, And ere I think to sigh, my sigh is past: It 's past and flown to you, for you alone Are all the object that I think upon: And did you not supply my soul with thought, For want of action it to none were brought. What though our absent arms may not enfold Real embraces, yet we firmly hold Each other in possession; thus we see The lord enjoys his land, where'er he be. If kings possess'd no more than where they sate, What were they greater than a mean estate? This makes me firmly yours, you firmly mine, That something more than bodies us combine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU & I BELONG IN THIS KITCHEN by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JASON THE REAL by TONY HOAGLAND NO RESURRECTION by ROBINSON JEFFERS CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 18 by JAMES JOYCE THE STONE TABLE by GALWAY KINNELL ALMSWOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN ENEMY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNET: 10. TO A FRIEND by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW |
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