Thomas Carew Poems (35 Poems)
Epitaph On The Late Mary Villiers (Thomas Carew Poems)
The Lady Mary Villiers liesUnder this stone; with weeping eyesThe parents that first gave her breath,And their sad friends, laid her in earth.If any of them, reader, wereKnown unto thee, shed a tear;Or if thyself possess a gemAs dear to … Continue reading
Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers (Thomas Carew Poem)
THE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their sad friends, laid her in earth. If any of them, Reader, were Known unto thee, shed a tear; Or if … Continue reading
To A. L. Persuasions to Love. (Thomas Carew Poem)
THINK not, ’cause men flattering say You’re fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That you are so ; or, though you are, Be not therefore proud, and deem All men unworthy your esteem : … Continue reading
Song. Good Counsel to a Young Maid (Thomas Carew Poem)
GAZE not on thy beauty’s pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers’ eyes doth slide. Let thy faithful crystal show How thy colours come and go : Beauty takes a foil from woe. Love, that in those … Continue reading
Epitaph for Maria Wentworth (Thomas Carew Poem)
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper’d clay was made So fine that it the guest betray’d. Else the soul grew so fast within, It broke the outward shell of sin, And so was hatch’d a cherubin. In … Continue reading
Song: Eternity of Love Protested (Thomas Carew Poem)
How ill doth he deserve a lover’s name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat, in spite of absence or disdain; But doth at once, like paper set on fire, Burn and expire; True love can never change his … Continue reading
Persuasions to Joy, a Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace Must fly from that forsaken face; Then, Celia, let us reap our joys Ere Time such goodly fruit destroys. Or if … Continue reading
Another (Thomas Carew Poem)
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that ‘gan to clear Our clouded sky, lies darken’d here, For ever set to us: by Death Sent to enflame the World Beneath. ‘Twas … Continue reading
Song (Thomas Carew Poem)
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; … Continue reading
To Ben Jonson upon Occasion of his Ode of Defiance Annexed t (Thomas Carew Poem)
‘Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix’d upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll’n pride and empty scribbling due; It can nor judge, nor write, and yet ’tis true Thy comic muse, from the exalted … Continue reading
More Thomas Carew Poetry (Based on Topics)
View All Thomas Carew Poems