Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET (2), by CHARLES COTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Why dost thou say thou lov'st me now Last Line: But to profess it were a crime. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
WHY dost thou say thou lov'st me now, And yet proclaim it is too late, When bound by folly, or by Fate, Thou can'st no further grace allow? Repeat no more that killing voice, Thou beauteous Victrice of my heart; Or find a way to ease my smart, Maugre thy now repented choice. 'Tis not too late to love, and do What Love and Nature prompt thee to, Whilst thus thou triumph'st in thy prime, Thou may'st discreetly love, and use Those pleasures thou did'st once refuse: But to profess it were a crime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON |
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