Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: See where she flies enraged from me! Last Line: Let all other comforts vanish. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
SEE where she flies enraged from me! View her when she intends despite, The wind is not more swift than she. Her fury moved such terror makes As to a fearful guilty sprite The voice of heaven's huge thunder-cracks: But when her appeased mind yields to delight, All her thoughts are made of joys, Millions of delights inventing; Other pleasures are but toys To her beauty's sweet contenting. My fortune hangs upon her brow; For as she smiles or frowns on me, So must my blown affections bow; And her proud thoughts too well do find With what unequal tyranny Her beauties do command my mind. Though, when her sad planet reigns, Froward she be, She alone can pleasure move, And displeasing sorrow banish. May I but still hold her love, Let all other comforts vanish. | 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 A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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