Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEAD SPARROW, by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell me not of joy; there's none Last Line: To sing dirges o'er his stone. Variant Title(s): Lesbia Upon Her Sparrow Subject(s): Death - Animals; Sparrows | ||||||||
TELL me not of joy; there's none Now my little sparrow's gone! He, just as you, Would toy and woo! He would chirp and flatter me! He would hang the wing awhile Till at length he saw me smile. Lord! how sullen he would be! He would catch a crumb; and then Sporting, let it go again! He from my lip Would moisture sip! He would from my trencher feed; Then would hop, and then would run, And cry "Philip!" when h' had done! O, whose heart can choose but bleed! O, how eager would he fight! And ne'er hurt; though he did bite! No morn did pass But on my glass He would sit, and mark, and do What I did. Now ruffle all His feathers o'er; now let'em fall! And then straightway sleek them too! Whence will Cupid get his darts Feathered now, to pierce our hearts? A wound he may, Not love, convey, Now this faithful bird is gone! O, let mournful turtles join With loving redbreasts; and combine To sing dirges o'er his stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE SPARROWS by ANTHONY HECHT FIFTH GROUP OF VERSE: 9. DAVID by CHARLES REZNIKOFF SPARROWS AMONG DRY LEAVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SPARROW by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |
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