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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE WORSHIPFUL, MY VERY LOVING MASTER, LAMBERT OSBALSTON, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My childish muse is in her spring; and yet Last Line: The best, and first fruites, of her gratefull pen. Subject(s): Teaching & Teachers; Educators; Professors | |||
Sir, My childish Muse is in her Spring; and yet Can onely shew some budding of her Wit. One frowne upon her Worke (learn'd Sir) from you; Like some unkinder storme shot from your brow, Would turne her Spring to withering Autumne's time: And make her Blossomes perish, ere their Prime; But if you Smile, if your gracious Eye Shee an auspicious Alpha can descrie: How soone will they grow Fruit? How will they flourish That had such beames their Infancie to nourish. Which being sprung to ripenesse, expect then The best, and first fruites, of her gratefull Pen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORRESPONDENCE-SCHOOL INSTRUCTOR SAYS GOODBYE TO HIS POETRY STUDENTS by GALWAY KINNELL GRATITUDE TO OLD TEACHERS by ROBERT BLY TWO RAMAGES FOR OLD MASTERS by ROBERT BLY ON FLUNKING A NICE BOY OUT OF SCHOOL by JOHN CIARDI HER MONOLOGUE OF DARK CREPE WITH EDGES OF LIGHT by NORMAN DUBIE OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE SEVERAL MEASURES FOR THE LITTLE LOST by NORMAN DUBIE |
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