"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."

— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by J. Tonson [etc.]
Date
1716
Metaphor
"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."
Metaphor in Context
Whilst Our dear Soldier in th'Iberian Fields
The Noble Harvest reaps, that Honour yields;
The Muse salutes Thee, (she that saw from far
Thy coming Glories,) Future Hope of War.
What may not growing Tyrants dread from thee,
Thou early Champion of true Liberty?
When at the Head of Armies Thou shalt show,
What thou hast learnt under Great Marlborough;
Marlbrô, whose Fame thro' the wide Globe has flown,
And every Country fill'd, except his Own.
If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind,
The Care of absent Friends a Place can find,
Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng
Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song.
Provenance
Searching "mind" and "crowd in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
Mary Monck, Marinda: Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions (London: J. Tonson, 1716). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
03/07/2006

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