Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 15, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fire that must flame is with apt fuell fed Last Line: But with one touch of grace cure all my pain. Subject(s): Love – Unrequited | ||||||||
FIRE that must flame is with apt fuel fed, Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred. How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds? Or can he love on whom no comfort shines? Fair! I confess there's pleasure in your sight! Sweet! you have power, I grant, of all delight! But what is all to me, if I have none? Churl, that you are, t'enjoy such wealth alone! Prayers move the heavens but find no grace with you; Yet in your looks a heavenly form I view, Then will I pray again, hoping to find, As well as in your looks heaven in your mind! Saint of my heart, Queen of my life and love, O let my vows thy loving spirit move! Let me no longer mourn through thy disdain; But with one touch of grace cure all my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALMA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA BEAUTY SHOPPE by MARILYN NELSON EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES TO BE CHEERFUL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 33 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 37 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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