Poems by Thomas Carew
Ask Me No More
... These flowers, as in their causes, sleep ...
Lips and Eyes.
... From us, repli'd the lips, proceed those blisses ...
The Spring
... Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost ...
A Cruel Mistress.
... But my saint frowns, though to her honour'd name ...
A Divine Mistress
... Then likeness might (that love creates) ...
He That Loves A Rosy Cheek
... Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John
... I on thy tomb this epitaph incise: Here lies a king, that rul'd as he thought fit ...
The Unfading Beauty
... Gentle thoughts and calm desires, ...
I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair
... Though from those lips a kiss being taken ...
The Primrose
... The sweets of love are washed with tears ...
A prayer to the Wind
... As thou return'st, change by thy power, ...
Mediocrity in Love Rejected
... if it prove Disdain, that torrent will devour ...
Secrecy Protested.
... Did first wound mine and then thy heart), ...
Disdain Returned
... Some power, in my revenge convey ...
To My Inconstant Mistress
... That heart which thy false oaths did wound ...
