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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG, by THOMAS D'URFEY First Line: Boast no more fond love, thy power Last Line: Ah, hard fate, that I must loose her. | |||
Boast no more fond Love, thy Power, Mingling Passions sweet and sower; Bow to Caelia, show thy Duty, Caelia sways the World of Beauty: Venus now must kneel before her, And admiring Crowds adore her. Like the Sun that gilds the Morning, Caelia shines, but more adorning; She like Fate, can wound a Lover, Goddess like too, can recover: She can Kill, or save from dying, The Transported Soul is flying. Sweeter than the blooming Rose is, Whiter than the falling Snow is; Then such Eyes the Great Creator Chose as Lamps to kindle Nature; Curst is he that can refuse her, Ah, hard Fate, that I must loose her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE MOCKING BIRD by SIDNEY LANIER AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER THE TWO GLASSES by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SONG OF THE SPANISH MAIN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |
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