Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO T.H., A LADY RESEMBLING MY MISTRESS, by THOMAS CAREW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fair copy of my celia's face Last Line: Only because you are her coin. Subject(s): Identity | ||||||||
FAIR copy of my Celia's face, Twin of my soul, thy perfect grace Claims in my love an equal place. Disdain not a divided heart, Though all be hers, you shall have part: Love is not ti'd to rules of art. For as my soul first to her flew, Yet stay'd with me, so now 'tis true It dwells with her, though fled to you. Then entertain this wand'ring guest, And if not love, allow it rest: It left not, but mistook, the nest. Nor think my love, or your fair eyes, Cheaper, 'cause from the sympathies You hold with her these flames arise. To lead or brass, or some such bad Metal, a prince's stamp may add That value which it never had; But to the pure refined ore The stamp of kings imparts no more Worth than the metal held before. Only the image gives the rate To subjects; in a foreign state 'Tis priz'd as much for its own weight. So though all other hearts resign To your pure worth, yet you have mine Only because you are her coin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SKELETON, MY RIVAL by DAVID IGNATOW THE CARIBBEAN: LANGUAGE AS TRANSLUCENT IMMINENCE by WILL ALEXANDER THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE IF I STAND IN MY WINDOW by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE WAY IT WAS by LUCILLE CLIFTON BESIDE MILL RIVER by MADELINE DEFREES A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW |
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