Poems by Abraham Cowley
The Change
... So the Earth's face, trees, herbs, and flowers do dress, ...
To Sir William Davenant
... Since time does all things change, thou think'st not fit ...
Life
... Are but the empty Dreams which in Death's sleep we make ...
The Heart Breaking
... Lives with that torment which the whole did kill ...
Against Fruition
... Thou'rt queen of all that sees thee, and as such&emsp ...
The Motto
... Welcome, learn'd Cicero, whose blest tongue and wit&emsp ...
The Vote (excerpt)
... With nature's hand, not art's, and pleasures yield ...
The Chronicle
... The strength and riches of their state ...
Sport
... The ground doth smile at the spring's flowery birth, ...
The Grasshopper
... But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung ...
To The Lord Falkland
... And this great prince of knowledge is by Fate ...
The Thief
... Still, still, methinks, thy face I view, ...
The Praise of Pindar in Imitation of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4
... Like a swollen flood from some steep mountain, pours along ...
Beauty
... And some with Scales, and some with Wings, ...
To The Royal Society
... To graves, from whence it rose, the conquer'd phantom fled ...
