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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET (6), by ARTHUR GORGES Poet's Biography First Line: Waying the cares that cause me thus to crye Last Line: So synges my sad muse that musyke doth scorne. | |||
Waying the cares that cause me thus to crye the combers that dayly straines my hart string the sorrowes that drawe the dropps from myn eye strange may it seeme how my muse this can singe I synge not deare love but lyke to the Swanne that fyndynge her deathe shrykes out her voice so without pleasure syngs the laboringe man so synges the lover that loseth his Choise So synges the Beggar that craves att the dore so syngs the pilgryme that thinks his way long So syngs the slave that pulls att the oare so synges the Captyve, his fettars amonge So synges the sweet Byrde agaynste the sharp thorn So synges my sad muse that musyke doth scorne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PASTORALL UNFYNYSHED by ARTHUR GORGES AN ECOLOGE BETWEN A SHEPHEARDE AND A HEARDMAN by ARTHUR GORGES AN NEW YEARES GUIFT TO THE KINGS MAJESTIE by ARTHUR GORGES ANOTHER OF THE SAME ARMORIES by ARTHUR GORGES CARNATION, WHIT AND WATCHEDE by ARTHUR GORGES DIDOS TRUE COMPLAINTE by ARTHUR GORGES OF MOUNSIEUR, OR CHURCHYARDE by ARTHUR GORGES |
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