Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4, by THOMAS CAMPION Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Veil, love, mine eyes! O hide from me Last Line: To beauty's faults must still be blind. Subject(s): Love – Nature Of | ||||||||
VEIL, Love, mine eyes! O hide from me The plagues that charge the curious mind! If beauty private will not be, Suffice it yet that she proves kind. Who can usurp heaven's light alone? Stars were not made to shine on one! Griefs past recure, fools try to heal, That greater harms on less inflict, The pure offend by too much zeal; Affection should not be too strict. He that a true embrace will find, To beauty's faults must still be blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRY GOING OUT OVER PASTURES by ROBERT BLY AND KNEELING AT THE EDGE OF THE TRANSPARENT SEA I SHALL SHAPE FOR ... by ANNE CARSON THE GLASS ESSAY by ANNE CARSON AMONG MY FRIENDS LOVE IS A GREAT SORROW by ROBERT DUNCAN CHOSEN BY THE LION by LINDA GREGG THE SMALL THING LOVE IS by LINDA GREGG ADVISING MYSELF by PHILIP LEVINE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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