{"id":4636,"date":"2024-05-23T12:00:58","date_gmt":"2024-05-23T16:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4636"},"modified":"2024-05-23T12:01:00","modified_gmt":"2024-05-23T16:01:00","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-263","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2024\/05\/23\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-263\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #263"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Thomas Carew was one of the Cavalier poets of the 17th century. These were a school of poets who supported King Charles I during the English Civil War. King Charles was a supporter of the arts. Many of Carew’s works are sensuous love poems addressed to “Celia” who is supposed to be his lover. While popular during his day, Carew’s works went slowly out of favor until the 20th century when critics reexamined his role in literature. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.
Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;
Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fireside, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season; only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January.

The Spring
Thomas Carew
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Thomas Carew was one of the Cavalier poets of the 17th century. These were a school of poets who supported King Charles I during the English Civil War. King Charles was a supporter of the arts. Many of Carew’s works are sensuous love poems addressed to “Celia” who is supposed to be his lover. While popular during his day, Carew’s works went slowly out of favor until the 20th century when critics reexamined his role in literature. Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lostHer snow-white robes, and now no more the frostCandies the grass, or casts an icy creamUpon the silver lake or crystal stream;But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,And makes it tender; gives a sacred birthTo the dead swallow; wakes in hollow treeThe drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bringIn triumph to the world the youthful Spring.The valleys, hills, and woods in rich arrayWelcome the coming of the long’d-for May.Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the powerTo melt that marble ice, which still doth holdHer heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.The ox, which lately did for shelter flyInto the stall, doth now securely lieIn open fields; and love no more is madeBy the fireside, but in the cooler shadeAmyntas now doth with his Chloris sleepUnder a sycamore, and all things keepTime with the season; only she doth carryJune in her eyes, in her heart January.The SpringThomas Carew<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4637,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4636","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4636","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4636"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4636\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4639,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4636\/revisions\/4639"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4637"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4636"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4636"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4636"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}