Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON HIMSELFE (12), by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A wearied pilgrim, I have wandered here Last Line: Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last. Subject(s): Pleasure | ||||||||
A wearied Pilgrim, I have wandred here Twice five and twenty (bate me but one yeer) Long I have lasted in this world; (tis true) But yet those yeers that I have liv'd, but few. Who by his gray Haires, doth his lusters tell, Lives not those yeers, but he that lives them well. One man has reatch't his sixty yeers, but he Of all those three-score, has not liv'd halfe three: He lives, who lives to virtue: men who cast Their ends for Pleasure, do not live, but last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRIP FROM CALIFORNIA by KENNETH KOCH GIVE BACK, GIVE BACK by MARVIN BELL THE GAIETY OF FORM by ROBERT BLY DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE OPEN HAPPENS IN THE MIDST OF BEINGS; MARTIN HEIDEGGER by NORMAN DUBIE UNHOLY SONNET: 25 by MARK JARMAN A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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