About Abraham Cowley
1618 - 1667/EnglishAbraham Cowley, English poet, was born in the City of London late in 1618. He was one of the leading English poets of the seventeenth century with 14 printings of his Works published between 1668 and 1721.
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
The Epicure
Underneath this myrtle shade,On flowerly beds supinely laid,
Ode Of Wit
Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit,Thou who Master art of it.
Cheer Up, My Mates
(Sitting and drinking in the chair made out of the relicsof Sir Francis Drake’s ship.)
The Given Heart
I wonder what those lovers mean, who sayThey have giv’n their hearts away.
The Wish
Well then; I now do plainly seeThis busy world and I shall ne’er agree.
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Who is Abraham Cowley?
1618 - 1667/EnglishAbraham Cowley, English poet, was born in the City of London late in 1618. He was one of the leading English poets of the seventeenth century with 14 printings of his Works published between 1668 and 1721.
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Poems & Stories by Abraham Cowley
The Epicure
Underneath this myrtle shade,On flowerly beds supinely laid,
Ode Of Wit
Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit,Thou who Master art of it.
Cheer Up, My Mates
(Sitting and drinking in the chair made out of the relicsof Sir Francis Drake’s ship.)
The Given Heart
I wonder what those lovers mean, who sayThey have giv’n their hearts away.
The Wish
Well then; I now do plainly seeThis busy world and I shall ne’er agree.
Hymn To Light
First born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old *****’s darksome womb!
Drinking
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,And drinks and gapes for drink again;
On The Death Of Mr. Crashaw
Poet and saint! to thee alone are givenThe two most sacred names of earth and heaven;
The Change
Love in her Sunny Eyes does basking play;Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair;
The Swallow
Foolish prater, what dost thouSo early at my window do?
Beauty
after the AnacreonteaLiberal Nature did dispenceTo all things Arms for their defence;
Destinie
Strange and unnatural! lets stay and seeThis Pageant of a Prodigie.
Selected Quotes by Abraham Cowley (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit,Thou who Master art of it.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,And drinks and gapes for drink again;
Well then; I now do plainly seeThis busy world and I shall ne’er agree.
Love in her Sunny Eyes does basking play;Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair;
(Sitting and drinking in the chair made out of the relicsof Sir Francis Drake’s ship.)
I wonder what those lovers mean, who sayThey have giv’n their hearts away.
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