@3THAT holy hymns with lovers' cares are knit Both in one quire here, thou mayest think't unfit. Why dost not blame the Stationer as well, Who in the same shop sets all sorts to sell? Divine with styles profane, grave shelved with vain, And some matched worse. Yet none of him complain.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE WIDOW'S MITE by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES WRITTEN AT GENEVA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SURPRISE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |