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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: SONG, by JOHN DRYDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah how sweet it is to love Last Line: Tis but rain, and runs not clear. Subject(s): Dreams; Love; Sleep; Virginity; Nightmares; Vestals | |||
AH how sweet it is to love, Ah how gay is young desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Loves fire! Pains of Love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from Lovers blown, Do but gently heave the Heart: Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling Balm, their smart. Lovers when they lose their breath Bleed away in easie death Love and Time with reverence use, Treat 'em like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before. Love like Spring-tides full and high Swells in ev'ry youthful vein: But each Tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again If a flow in Age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION ADVICE TO YOUNG LADIES by ALEC DERWENT HOPE AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE ON THE MARRIAGE OF A VIRGIN by DYLAN THOMAS ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE JULIET TO ROSALINE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN |
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