Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DELIA: 47, by SAMUEL DANIEL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Like as the lute that joys or else dislikes Last Line: And blessed hand that gives so sweet a touch! Subject(s): Beauty; Love; Muses | ||||||||
Like as the lute that joys or else dislikes, As is his art that plays upon the same, So sounds my muse according as she strikes On my heart strings, high tuned unto her fame. Her touch doth cause the warble of the sound, Which here I yield in lamentable wise, A wailing descant on the sweetest ground, Whose due reports give honor to her eyes. Else harsh my style, untunable my muse; Hoarse sounds the voice that praiseth not her name; If any pleasing relish here I use, Then judge the world her beauty gives the same. O happy ground that makes the music such, And blessed hand that gives so sweet a touch! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN APOLOGY FOR NOT INVOKING THE MUSE by JOHN CIARDI FAREWELL TO TWO MUSES by CAROL FROST PLAINT OF THE POET IN AN IGNORANT AGE by CAROLYN KIZER MUSE OF MIDNIGHT by GREGORY ORR WILD HEART; FOR TRISHA by GREGORY ORR SO HELP ME SAPPHO by ANNE WALDMAN |
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