Lord John Wilmot True Poems

  • 1.
    Love bade me hope, and I obeyed;
    Phyllis continued still unkind:
    Then you may e'en despair, he said,
    In vain I strive to change her mind.
    ...
  • 2.
    Were I (who to my cost already am
    One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
    A Spirit free, to choose for my own share,
    What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,
    ...
  • 3.
    Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade,
    That hadst a being ere the world was made,
    And (well fixed) art alone of ending not afraid.
    Ere time and place were, time and place were not,
    ...
  • 4.
    All my past life is mine no more,
    The flying hours are gone,
    Like transitory dreams given o'er,
    Whose images are kept in store
    ...
  • 5.
    At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head
    From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed,
    And mounting steed, I trotted to the waters
    The rendesvous of fools, buffoons, and praters,
    ...
  • 6.
    Were I - who to my cost already am
    One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man -
    A spirit free to choose for my own share
    What sort of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,
    ...
  • 7.
    All my past life is mine no more,
    The flying hours are gone,
    Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er,
    Whose images are kept in store
    ...
  • 8.
    An age in her embraces passed
    Would seem a winter's day;
    When life and light, with envious haste,
    Are torn and snatched away.
    ...
Total 8 True Poems by Lord John Wilmot

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