Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FLY CAUGHT IN A COBWEB, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Small type of great ones, that do hum Last Line: Bound with the entrails of thy foe. Subject(s): Cobwebs; Flies | ||||||||
Small type of great ones, that do hum Within this whole world's narrow room, That with a busy hollow noise Catch at the people's vainer voice, And with spread sails play with their breath, Whose very hails new christen Death. Poor fly caught in an airy net, Thy wings have fettered now thy feet; Where, like a lion in a toil, Howe'er, thou keep'st a noble coil, And beat'st thy generous breast, that o'er The plains thy fatal buzzes roar, Till thy all-bellied foe (round elf) Hath quartered thee within himself. Was it not better once to play I' th' light of a majestic ray? Where, though too near and bold, the fire Might singe thy upper down attire, And thou i' th' storm to lose an eye, A wing, or a self-trapping thigh; Yet hadst thou fall'n like him, whose coil Made fishes in the sea to broil; When now th' ast scap'd the noble flame, Trapp'd basely in a slimey frame, And free of air, thou art become Slave to the spawn of mud and loam. Nor is 't enough thyself dost dress To thy swoln lord a num'rous mess, And by degrees thy thin veins bleed, And piecemeal dost his poison feed; But now devour'd, art like to be A net spun for thy family, And, straight expanded in the air, Hang'st for thy issue too a snare. Strange witty death, and cruel ill, That killing thee, thou thine dost kill! Lies pies in whose entombed ark, And fowl crowd downward to a lark, Thou art thine enemy's sepulchre, And in thee buriest too thine heir. Yet Fates a glory have reserv'd For one so highly hath deserv'd; As the rhinoceros doth die Under his castle-enemy, As though the crane's trunk throat doth speed The asp doth on his feeder feed; Fall yet triumphant in thy woe, Bound with the entrails of thy foe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLUE-FLY by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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