Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HIS DEERE GOD, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I'le hope no more Last Line: Denie thy suppliant. Subject(s): God | ||||||||
I'le hope no more, For things that will not come: And, if they do, they prove but cumbersome; Wealth brings much woe: And, since it fortunes so; 'Tis better to be poore, Then so t'abound, As to be drown'd, Or overwhelm'd with store. Pale care, avant, I'le learn to be content With that small stock, Thy Bounty gave or lent. What may conduce To my most healthfull use, Almighty God me grant; But that, or this, That hurtfull is, Denie Thy suppliant. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN IS STRIPPED by DAVID IGNATOW AS CLOSE AS BREATHING by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 1 by MARK JARMAN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SILENT SHEPHERDS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS 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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