Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Her fair inflaming eyes Last Line: With a spirit to contend. Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
HER fair inflaming eyes, Chief authors of my cares, I prayed in humblest wise With grace to view my tears: They beheld me broad awake, But alas, no ruth would take. Her lips with kisses rich, And words of fair delight, I fairly did beseech, To pity my sad plight: But a voice from them brake forth, As a whirlwind from the north. Then to her hands I fled, That can give heart and all; To them I long did plead, And loud for pity call: But, alas, they put me off, With a touch worse than a scoff. So back I straight returned, And at her breast I knocked; Where long in vain I mourned, Her heart, so fast was locked: Not a word could passage find, For a rock enclosed her mind. Then down my prayers made way To those most comely parts, That make her fly or stay, As they affect deserts: But her angry feet, thus moved, Fled with all the parts I loved. Yet fled they not so fast, As her enraged mind: Still did I after haste, Still was I left behind; Till I found 'twas to no end, With a spirit to contend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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