Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE INADVERTENLY CURES HIS LOVE-PAINS, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I said 'o let me sing the praise Last Line: Those old sweet agonies again! | ||||||||
I SAID: "O let me sing the praise Of her who sweetly racks my days, -- Her I adore; Her lips, her eyes, her moods, her ways!" In miseries of pulse and pang I strung my harp, and straightway sang As none before: -- To wondrous words my quavers rang! Thus I let heartaches lilt my verse, Which suaged and soothed, and made disperse The smarts I bore To quiet like a sepulchre's. But, eased, the days that thrilled ere then Lost value; and I ask, O when, And how, restore Those old sweet agonies again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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