Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET. TO PATIENCE, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Down, stormy passions, down; no more Last Line: Which cures a tempest by a calm. Subject(s): Patience | ||||||||
DOWN, stormy passions, down; no more Let your rude waves invade the shore Where blushing reason sits, and hides Her from the fury of your tides. Fit only 'tis, where you bear sway, That fools or frantics do obey; Since judgement, if it not resists, Will lose itself in your blind mists. Fall easy, Patience, fall like rest Whose soft spells charm a troubled breast: And where those rebels you espy, O in your silken cordage tie Their malice up! so shall I raise Altars to thank your power, and praise The sovereign vertue of your balm, Which cures a tempest by a calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD WAITS FOR THE WANDERING WORLD by LUCILLE CLIFTON A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) |
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