Though frost and snow lock'd from mine eyes
That beauty which without door lies,
Thy gardens, orchards, walks, that so
I might not all thy pleasures know,
Yet,

(C) Thomas Carew
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Thomas Carew

• Another
• The Primrose
• Persuasions To Joy, A Song
• The Unfading Beauty
• A Song
• Another Epitaph
• To Saxham
• To My Inconstant Mistress
• To Ben Jonson
• To A Lady That Desired I Would Love Her
• The Spring
• To My Worthy Friend Mr. George Sandys
• Persuasions To Enjoy
• An Elegy Upon The Death Of The Dean Of St. Pauls, Dr. John Donne
• Disdain Returned
• Epitaph For Maria Wentworth
• Epitaph On The Lady Mary Villiers
• I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair
• Ingrateful Beauty Threatened
• Mediocrity In Love Rejected
• Song: Perswasions To Enjoy