Katherine Philips Crown Poems

  • 1.
    Whom does this stately Navy bring?
    O! รข??tis Great Britain's Glorious King,
    Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas,
    Swift as Desire and calm as Peace.
    ...
  • 2.
    Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
    A name which all the rest doth comprehend;
    How happy are we now, whose sols are grown,
    By an incomparable mixture, One:
    ...
  • 3.
    We will not like those men our offerings pay
    Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day.
    We make no garlands, nor an altar build,
    Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield.
    ...
  • 4.
    Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
    Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
    And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
    'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
    ...
  • 5.
    Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
    A name which all the rest doth comprehend;
    How happy are we now, whose sols are grown,
    By an incomparable mixture, One:
    ...
  • 6.
    I did not live until this time
    Crown'd my felicity,
    When I could say without a crime,
    I am not thine, but thee.
    ...
  • 7.
    Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay,
    Then had my vows crown'd with a Lovely boy,
    And yet in forty days he dropt away,
    O swift Visissitude of humane joy.
    ...
  • 8.
    Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,
    Your real griefs, and painted joys,
    Your pleasure which itself destroys.
    Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
    ...
Total 8 Crown Poems by Katherine Philips

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