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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONIE: CHORUS, by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The boiling tempest still Last Line: To-morrow than to-day. Alternate Author Name(s): Pembroke, Countess Of | |||
THE boiling tempest still Makes not sea-waters foam, Nor still the northern blast Disquiets quiet streams, Nor who, his chest to fill, Sails to the morning beams, On waves wind tosseth fast, Still keeps his ship from home. Nor Jove still down doth cast, Inflamed with bloody ire, On man, on tree, on hill, His darts of thundering fire: Nor still the heat doth last On face of parched plain, Nor wrinkled cold doth still On frozen furrows reign. But still as long as we In this low world remain, Mishaps, our daily mates, Our lives do entertain; And woes which bear no dates, Still perch upon our heads; None go, but straight will be Some greater in their steads. Nature made us not free, When first she made us live; When we began to be, To be began our woe; Which growing evermore, As dying life doth grow, Do more and more us grieve, And tire us more and more. O blest who never breath'd, Or whom, with pity moved, Death from his cradle 'reav'd, And swaddled in his grave. And blessed also he (As curse may blessing have), Who low, and living free, No prince's charge hath prov'd. By stealing sacred fire, Prometheus, then unwise, Provoking gods to ire, The heap of ills did stir; And sickness, pale and cold, Our end which onward spur To plague our hands, too bold, To filch the wealth of skies. In heaven's hate since then, Of ill with ill enchain'd, We race of mortal men Full fraught our breasts have borne; And thousand, thousand woes Our heavenly souls now thorn, Which free before from those, No earthly passion pain'd. War and war's bitter cheer Now long time with us stay, And fear of hated foe Still, still increaseth sore. Our harms worse daily grow: Less yesterday they were Than now, and will be more To-morrow than to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE ANGEL SPIRIT OF THE MOST EXCELLENT SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT TO THE THRICE-SACRED QUEEN ELIZABETH by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT WONDROUS LOVE by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 14. THE POWERFUL ATTRACTION by PHILIP AYRES |
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