Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAELIA: SONNETS: 12, by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Had not the soil that bred me further done Last Line: Those songs had slept, and you had been my theme. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, William Of Tavistock Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
HAD not the soil that bred me further done, And fill'd part of those veins which sweetly do, Much like the living streams of Eden, run, Embracing such a Paradise as you; My Muse had fail'd me in the course I ran, But that she from your virtues took new breath, And from your eyes such fire that, like a swan, She in your praise can sing herself to death. Now could I wish those golden hours unspent, Wherein my fancy led me to the woods, And tun'd soft lays of rural merriment, Of shepherds' loves and never-resting floods: For had I seen you then, though in a dream, Those songs had slept, and you had been my theme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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