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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNDER FIRE, by ANNA MAY DUDLEY First Line: Now has love wrought a fever in my veins Last Line: With his own weapons, will I love ensnare. | |||
Now has love wrought a fever in my veins And when I would be here, I would be there, And would I rest, no rest for me remains. This gown, or that, I know not what to wear. What, must I to love's tyranny confess? A pother on it all! I will not thus That love, who was my erstwhile friend, no less, Should me besiege with senses amorous. For this offense, I will inflict, I swear, Such wounds as he cannot in truth deny! I'll feign indifference, or he forbear, And weave the while a potent spell thereby Shall him disarm; then taken unaware, With his own weapons, will I love ensnare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT BEAUTIFUL EN MASSE by ANNA MAY DUDLEY THE SOPHISTICATES by ANNA MAY DUDLEY TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG |
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