Thomas Carew Quotes

Since to the awe of thy imperious wit Our troublesome language bends, made only fit With her tough thick-ribbed hoops to gird about Thy giant fancy, which had proved too stout For their soft melting phrases.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John Donne (l. 48-52). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Here lies a King that ruled as he thought fit The universal monarchy of wit; Here lies two flamens, and both those the best, Apollo's first, at last the true God's priest.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John Donne (l. 93-96). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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There shall the Queens of Love and Innocence, Beauty, and Nature banish all offense From our close ivy twines, there I'll behold Thy bared snow and thy unbraided gold. There my enfranchised hand on every side Shall o'er thy naked polished ivory slide.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. A Rapture (l. 25-30). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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All things are lawful there that may delight Nature or unrestrained appetite. Like and enjoy, to will and act is one; We only sin when love's rites are not done.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. A Rapture (l. 111-114). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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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; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. Ask Me No More Where Jove Bestows (l. 1-8). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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But when with moving accents thou Shalt constant faith and service vow, Thy Celia shall receive those charms With open ears, and with unfolded arms.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. Boldness in Love (l. 13-16). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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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.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villiers (l. 1-4). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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For thou perhaps at thy return May'st find thy Darling in an urn.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villiers (l. 11-12). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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Know Celia, (since thou art so proud), 'Twas I that gave thee thy renowne: Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties, liv'd unknowne, Had not my verse exhal'd thy name, And with it, ympt the wings of fame.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. Ingrateful Beauty Threatened (l. 1-6). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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And here the precious dust is layd; Whose purely temper'd Clay was made So fine, that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shell of sinne, And so was hatch'd a Cherubin.
Thomas Carew (1589-1639), British poet. Maria Wentworth (l. 1-6). . . Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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