Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by JOHN KEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How many bards gild the lapses of time Last Line: Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar. Subject(s): Milton, John (1608-1674); Sidney, Sir Philip (1554-1586) | ||||||||
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy, -- I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude: But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime. So the unnumber'd sounds that evening store; The songs of birds -- the whisp'ring of the leaves -- The voice of waters -- the great bell that heaves With solemn sound, -- and thousand others more, That distance of recognizance bereaves, Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT TO ELIZABETH, COUNTESS OF RUTLAND by BEN JONSON AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS |
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