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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Death of Mr. William Hervey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT was a dismal and a fearful night: <br>Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light, <br>When Sleep, Death's image, left my troubled breast <br> By something liker Death possest. <br>My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, <br> And on my soul hung the dull weight <br> Of some intolerable fate. <br>What bell was that? Ah me! too much I know! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sweet companion and my gentle peer, <br>Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, <br>Thy end for ever and my life to moan? <br> O, thou hast left me all alone! <br>Thy soul and body, when death's agony <br> Besieged around thy noble heart, <br> Did not with more reluctance part <br>Than I, my dearest Friend, do part from thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dearest Friend, would I had died for thee! <br>Life and this world henceforth will tedious be: <br>Nor shall I know hereafter what to do <br> If once my griefs prove tedious too. <br>Silent and sad I walk about all day, <br> As sullen ghosts stalk speechless by <br> Where their hid treasures lie; <br>Alas! my treasure 's gone; why do I stay? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights, <br>How oft unwearied have we spent the nights, <br>Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, <br> Wonder'd at us from above! <br>We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine; <br> But search of deep Philosophy, <br> Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry-- <br>Arts which I loved, for they, my Friend, were thine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say <br>Have ye not seen us walking every day? <br>Was there a tree about which did not know <br> The love betwixt us two? <br> Henceforth, ye gentle trees, for ever fade; <br>Or your sad branches thicker join <br> And into darksome shades combine, <br>Dark as the grave wherein my Friend is laid! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Large was his soul: as large a soul as e'er <br>Submitted to inform a body here; <br>High as the place 'twas shortly in Heaven to have, <br> But low and humble as his grave. <br>So high that all the virtues there did come, <br> As to their chiefest seat <br> Conspicuous and great; <br>So low, that for me too it made a room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knowledge he only sought, and so soon caught <br>As if for him Knowledge had rather sought; <br>Nor did more learning ever crowded lie <br> In such a short mortality. <br>Whene'er the skilful youth discoursed or writ, <br> Still did the notions throng <br> About his eloquent tongue; <br>Nor could his ink flow faster than his wit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mirth was the pure spirits of various wit, <br>Yet never did his God or friends forget; <br>And when deep talk and wisdom came in view, <br> Retired, and gave to them their due. <br>For the rich help of books he always took, <br> Though his own searching mind before <br> Was so with notions written o'er, <br>As if wise Nature had made that her book. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With as much zeal, devotion, piety, <br>He always lived, as other saints do die. <br>Still with his soul severe account he kept, <br> Weeping all debts out ere he slept. <br>Then down in peace and innocence he lay, <br> Like the Sun's laborious light, <br> Which still in water sets at night, <br>Unsullied with his journey of the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But happy Thou, ta'en from this frantic age, <br>Where ignorance and hypocrisy does rage! <br>A fitter time for Heaven no soul e'er chose-- <br> The place now only free from those. <br>There 'mong the blest thou dost for ever shine; <br> And wheresoe'er thou casts thy view <br> Upon that white and radiant crew, <br>See'st not a soul clothed with more light than thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abraham+Cowley">Abraham Cowley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338739" data-title="On the Death of Mr. William Hervey de Abraham Cowley" data-description="IT was a dismal and a fearful night: Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light, When Sleep, Death's image, left my troubled breast By something liker Death possest. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, &nb..."></div> </div> </div>
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