Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DAMON, by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON First Line: Cease, damon, cease, I'll hear no more Last Line: These servile wheedling tricks will ne'er prevail. | ||||||||
Cease, Damon, cease, I'll hear no more; Your fulsome flattery give o'er; I scorn this mean fallacious art By which you'd steal, not win, my heart: In me it never can compassion move, And sooner will aversion raise than love. If you to love would me incline, Assert the man, forbear to whine; Let time and plain sincerity And faithful love your pleaders be; For trust me, Damon, if those fail, These servile wheedling tricks will ne'er prevail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTENTED MIND by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON ON BEAU NASH'S PICTURE AT BATH by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON TO PHILOTINUS by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PROMETHEUS BOUND: THE OVERTHROW OF ZEUS by AESCHYLUS A VALEDICTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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