Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TROPHY, by PHILIP AYRES Poet's Biography First Line: Now, now, my heart's my own again Last Line: The more he naked seems, the more he's arm'd. Subject(s): Victory; Doubt; Skepticism | ||||||||
Now, now, my heart's my own again, The vict'ry's won, no more I'll grieve; My mind's at peace, 'tis eased of pain And now I shall with pleasure live. Lovers from your IDOL fly, He's the common ENEMY; Let him flatter, let him smile, All his drifts are to beguile: His poison he distills, By cunning ARTS, Into our HEARTS, And then with torment kills; Trust not his deluding FACE, Dang'rous is his kind embrace; Believe not what you hear or see, For He's made up of TREACHERY; Nor be by TRICKS into his ambush charm'd, The more HE naked seems, the more He's arm'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTH-DUES by ROBINSON JEFFERS SECOND NOETIC HYMN by ROBERT KELLY WALLACE STEVENS' LETTERS by ROBERT BLY IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES |
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