"My heart the fire, whose flames are ever pure, / Laid on Loves Altar last, till life endure."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by T.R. for J. Martin and J. Allestryre
Date
1653
Metaphor
"My heart the fire, whose flames are ever pure, / Laid on Loves Altar last, till life endure."
Metaphor in Context
Deare Brother, thy Idea in my mind doth lye,
And is intomb'd in my sad memory;
Where every day I to thy Shrine doe goe,
And offer tears, which from my eyes doe flow.
My heart the fire, whose flames are ever pure,
Laid on Loves Altar last, till life endure
.
My sorrows incense strew, of sighs fetched deep,
My thoughts do watch while they sweet spirit sleeps.
Dear blessed soul, though thou art gone, yet lives
Thy fame on earth, and men thee praises give.
But all's too smal, for thy Heroick minde
Was above all the praises of Man-kinde.
Categories
Provenance
Reading Ron Cooleys' website. <http://www.usask.ca/english/phoenix/cavendishpoems1.htm>.
Citation
Text from Poems and Phancies (London: Printed by William Wilson, 1664). <Link to EEBO>

Poems, and Fancies Written by the Right Honourable, the Lady Margaret Newcastle (London: Printed by T.R. for J. Martin, and J. Allestrye, 1653). <Link to EEBO>
Date of Entry
12/15/2006
Date of Review
04/26/2007

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.