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Ben Jonson
c. 11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: A Celebration Of Charis: I. His Excuse For Loving | Let it not your wonder move, | | | 1092 | | 2: A Celebration Of Charis: IV. Her Triumph | See the chariot at hand here of Love, | | | 1169 | | 3: A Farewell To The World | False world, good night! since thou hast brought | | | 1102 | | 4: A Fit Of Rhyme Against Rhyme | Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, | | | 1149 | | 5: A Hymn On The Nativity Of My Savior | I sing the birth was born tonight, | | | 1205 | | 6: A Hymn To God The Father | Hear me, O God! | | | 1070 | | 7: A Pangyre | Heav'n now not strives, alone, our breasts to fill | | | 849 | | 8: A Part Of An Ode | It is not growing like a tree | | | 1029 | | 9: A Pindaric Ode | Brave infant of Saguntum, clear | | | 1164 | | 10: A Prayer | Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! | | | 1111 | | 11: A Sonnet, To The Noble Lady, The Lady Mary Wroth | I that have been a lover, and could show it, | | | 914 | | 12: An Elegy | Though beauty be the mark of praise, | | | 1293 | | 13: An Epitaph On A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel | Weep with me, all you that read | | | 1153 | | 14: An Ode To Himself | Where dost thou careless lie, | | | 1162 | | 15: And Must I Sing? | And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse? | | | 1066 | | 16: Begging Another | For love’s sake, kiss me once again; | | | 885 | | 17: Blaney's Last Directions | It is usual | | | 941 | | 18: Clerimont's Song | Still to be neat, still to be dressed, | | | 1047 | | 19: Come, My Celia | Come, my Celia, let us prove | | | 880 | | 20: Conditions Of Living | Living a whole life has three conditions: | | | 841 | | 21: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland | VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, | | | 916 | | 22: Epistle: To Katherine, Lady Aubigny | Tis growne almost a danger to speake true | | | 802 | | 23: Epitaph | Weep with me, all you that read | | | 953 | | 24: Epitaph On Elizabeth | Wouldst thou hear what man can say | | | 815 | | 25: Epitaph On S.P., A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel | Weep with me, all you that read | | | 841 | | 26: Epode | Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, | | | 847 | | 27: Evening: Barents Sea | Great lucid streamers bar the sky ahead | | | 962 | | 28: For A Girl In A Book | Kim, composite of all my loves, | | | 873 | | 29: From - Witches' Song | The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad, | | | 858 | | 30: Gypsy Songs | The faery beam upon you, | | | 1091 | | 31: Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow | Have you seen but a bright lily grow | | | 1100 | | 32: Hymn To Diana | Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, | | | 1107 | | 33: In The Ember Days Of My Last Free Summer | In the ember days of my last free summer, | | | 795 | | 34: Inviting A Friend To Supper | Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I | | | 1120 | | 35: It Is Not Growing Like A Tree | It is not growing like a tree | | | 1163 | | 36: Karolin's Song | Though I am young, and cannot tell, | | | 1104 | | 37: Living By | Walking, snow falling, it is possible | | | 1018 | | 38: Love-All | The decorously informative church | | | 1067 | | 39: My Picture Left In Scotland | I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, | | | 1087 | | 40: Natural Progress | In all faith, we did our part: | | | 1029 | | 41: Nine Stages Towards Knowing | Why do we lie,’ she questioned, her warm eyes | | | 1040 | | 42: Occupation: Father | My son finds occupation | | | 1121 | | 43: Ode To Himself Upon The Censure Of His New Inn | Come, leave the loathed stage, | | | 1054 | | 44: On Don Surly | Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name | | | 1004 | | 45: On Elizabeth L. H. | Wouldst thou hear what Man can say | | | 1011 | | 46: On Giles And Joan | Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be? | | | 1045 | | 47: On Lucy, Countess Of Bedford | This morning, timely rapt with holy fire, | | | 952 | | 48: On My First Daughter | Here lies to each her parents’ Ruth, | | | 1020 | | 49: On My First Son | Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; | | | 1027 | | 50: On Salathiel Pavy | Weep with me, all you that read | | | 960 | | 51: On Something, That Walks Somewhere | At court I met it, in clothes brave enough | | | 1055 | | 52: Opening Doors | He smashed his hand | | | 1021 | | 53: Port Ceiriad Bay | Descended to the shore, odd how we left | | | 981 | | 54: Preconception | But tonight a poem came | | | 1015 | | 55: Queen And Huntress | Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, | | | 1072 | | 56: So Breaks The Sun | So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, | | | 958 | | 57: Song From The Silent Woman | Still to be neat, still to be dressed, | | | 955 | | 58: Song To Celia | Drink to me only with thine eyes, | | | 795 | | 59: Song To Celia (2) | Come, my Celia, let us prove | | | 814 | | 60: Song To Diana | Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, | | | 870 | | 61: Song: From Cynthia's Revels | O, that joy so soon should waste! | | | 779 | | 62: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows | Follow a shaddow, it still flies you, | | | 797 | | 63: Song: To Celia | Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, | | | 808 | | 64: Song: To Celia | Come my Celia, let us prove, | | | 836 | | 65: Song: To Cynthia | Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, | | | 831 | | 66: Song: To Sicknesse | Why, Disease, dost thou molest | | | 800 | | 67: That Women Are But Men's Shadows | Follow a shadow, it still flies you; | | | 824 | | 68: The Alchemist | The sickness hot, a master quit, for fear, | | | 896 | | 69: The Alchemist: Prologue | Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours, | | | 806 | | 70: The Metamorphosed Gypsies (Excerpt) | The fairy beam upon you, | | | 822 | | 71: The Noble Balm | High-spirited friend, | | | 939 | | 72: The Noble Nature | It is not growing like a tree | | | 840 | | 73: The Short Fear | I maintain my self in the conviction | | | 831 | | 74: The Speech | The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy, | | | 798 | | 75: The Speeches Of Gratulations | Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd, | | | 922 | | 76: The Thames At Mortlake | if only for ten minutes | | | 833 | | 77: To Heaven | Good, and great God, can I not think of thee, | | | 1135 | | 78: To Heaven | Good and great God, can I not think of thee | | | 901 | | 79: To John Donne | Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse | | | 875 | | 80: To Lucy, Countess Of Bedford, With John Donne's Satires | Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are | | | 784 | | 81: To My Book | It will be looked for, book, when some but see | | | 804 | | 82: To Penshurst | Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, | | | 850 | | 83: To Sir Robert Wroth | How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, | | | 788 | | 84: To The Immortal Memory And Friendship Of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary And Sir H. Morison | Brave infant of Saguntum, clear | | | 878 | | 85: To The Memory Of My Beloved Author, Mr. William Shakespeare | To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, | | | 843 | | 86: To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr. William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us | To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, | | | 809 | | 87: To The Reader | Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand, | | | 964 | | 88: To The Same | Kisse mee, Sweet: The wary lover | | | 958 | | 89: To The World | False world, good-night, since thou hast brought | | | 1056 | | 90: To William Camden | Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe | | | 1020 | | 91: Venus' Runaway | Beauties, have ye seen this toy, | | | 967 | | 92: Why I Write Not To Love | Some act of Love's bound to reherse, | | | 823 |
About: Benjamin Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637) was an English Renaissance dramatist, poet and actor.
A contemporary of William Shakespeare, he is best known for his satirical plays, particularly Volpone and The Alchemist which are considered his best, and his lyric poems.
A man of vast reading and a seemingly insatiable appetite for controversy, Jonson had an unparalleled breadth of influence on Jacobean and Caroline playwrights and poets.
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