As to a northern people (whom the sun
Uses just as the Romish church has done
Her prophane laity, and does assign
Bread only both to serve for bread and wine)
A rich Canary fleet welcome arrives;
Such comfort to us here your letter gives,
Fraught with brisk racy verses; in which we
The soil from whence they came, taste, smell, and see:
Such is your present to us; for you must know,
Sir, that verse does not in this island grow,
No more than sack; one lately did not fear
(Without the Muses’ leave) to plant it here;
But it produc’d such base, rough, crabbed, hedge-
Rhymes, as ev’n set the hearers’ ears on edge:
Written by – – Esquire, the
Year of our Lord six hundred thirty-three.
Brave Jersey Muse! and he’s for this high style
Call’d to this day the Homer of the Isle.
Alas! to men here no words less hard be
To rhyme with, than * Mount Orgueil is to me;
Mount Orgueil! which, in scorn o’ th’ Muses’ law,
With no yoke-fellow word will deign to draw.
Stubborn Mount Orgueil! ‘t is a work to make it
Come into rhyme, more hard than ‘t were to take it.
Alas! to bring your tropes and figures here,
Strange as to bring camels and elephants were;
And metaphor is so unknown a thing,
‘T would need the preface of “God save the King.”
Yet this I’ll say, for th’ honour of the place,
That, by God’s extraordinary grace
(Which shows the people have judgment, if not wit)
The land is undefil’d with Clinches yet;
Which, in my poor opinion, I confess,
Is a most singular blessing, and no less
Than Ireland’s wanting spiders. And, so far
From th’ actual sin of bombast too they are,
(That other crying sin o’ th’ English Muse)
That even Satan himself can accuse
None here (no not so much as the divines)
For th’ motus primò primi to strong lines.
Well, since the soil then does not naturally bear
Verse, who (a devil) should import it here?
For that to me would seem as strange a thing
As who did first wild beasts into islands bring;
Unless you think that it might taken be
As Green did Gondibert, in a prize at sea:
But that’s a fortune falls not every day;
‘Tis true Green was made by it; for they say
The parliament did a noble bounty do,
And gave him the whole prize, their tenths and fifteens too.
A few random poems:
- a gentle day by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Обновление
- A window into the world by Walter William Safar
- The Boy by Vinko Kalinić
- Dionysus poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Song. I Had A Dove poem – John Keats poems
- The Giver by Sara Teasdale
- Song—Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- Владимир Степанов – Гусь и цыплёнок
- Psalm 84 poem – John Milton poems
- Song—A Health to them that’s awa by Robert Burns
- Sonnet CLIII by William Shakespeare
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Poortith Cauld And Restless Love:
- March Evening poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Portrait of Rage and Age poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- Introspection In Evening poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- For Fixation Who Loves Me Back poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- A March Afternoon poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- A February Night poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Cat Perched on the Railing poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- What a Glow Everywhere I see – Aaj Rung Hai poem – with a translation Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Tori Soorat Kay Balihaari poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sakal Bun poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Rains Have Come poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Persian Poem poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- O Wondrous Ecstatic Eyes – Chashmay Mastay poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Nami Danam… poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Mora Jobana (My Youth) poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Mohay Apnay Hi Rung Mein poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Man Kunto Maula poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Khabaram raseed imshab poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Rains Have Come poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.