Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYDoes not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife is an incurable disease.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBuild yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFor the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAwake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
ABRAHAM COWLEYStones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
ABRAHAM COWLEYUnbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
ABRAHAM COWLEYI might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
ABRAHAM COWLEYEnjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWater and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
ABRAHAM COWLEYThis only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
ABRAHAM COWLEYMan is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
ABRAHAM COWLEY