Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 15. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE ELEVENTH EPIGRAM, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: His late loss the wiveless higs in order Last Line: Hadst no heart I think, I know no liver. Subject(s): Murder; Loss; Marriage | ||||||||
His late loss the wiveless Higs in order Everywhere bewails to friends, to strangers; Tells them how by night a youngster armed Sought his wife (as hand in hand he held her) With drawn sword to force; she cried, he mainly Roaring ran for aid, but (ah), returning, Fled was with the prize the beauty-forcer, Whom in vain he seeks, he threats, he follows. Changed is Helen, Helen hugs the stranger Safe as Paris in the Greek triumphing. Therewith his reports to tears he turneth, Pierced through with the lovely dame's remembrance; Straight he sighs, he raves, his hair he teareth, Forcing pity still by fresh lamenting. Cease, unworthy, worthy of thy fortunes. Thou that couldst so fair a prize deliver, For fear unregarded, undefended, Hadst no heart I think, I know no liver. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WANTS THE RING LIKE by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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