Tunbridge Wells by John Wilmot
By John Wilmot
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, Cuckolds, whores, citizens, their wives and daughters. My squeamish stomach I with wine had bribed To undertake the dose that was prescribed; But turning head, a sudden curséd view That innocent provision overthrew, And without drinking, made me purge and spew. From coach and six a thing unweildy rolled,
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"At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head..."
"Tunbridge Wells" by John Wilmot is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 183 lines. This English poem by John Wilmot demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Wilmot's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.