The son of a prominent British couple, Thomas Carew grew up in Kent, and was educated at Oxford University. As a young man he got into trouble for not taking school or work very seriously. But Carew found his passion in courtly life, and slowly built a reputation for his love poems, and later for his poems celebrating royal and literary figures. Carew officially joined Charles I’s royal court in 1630.
By Thomas Carew
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...
By Thomas Carew
This little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love, and Beauty, is the tomb;
The dawning beam that gan to clear
Our clouded sky, lies darken'd here,
Forever set to us, by death
Sent to inflame the world beneath.
'Twas but...
