Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell me, you stars that our affections move Last Line: Bind up all love within my frozen veins. Subject(s): Transience; Impermanence | ||||||||
TELL me, you stars that our affections move, Why made ye me that cruel one to love? Why burns my heart her scorned sacrifice, Whose breast is hard as crystal, cold as ice? God of Desire! if all thy votaries Thou thus repay, succession will grow wise; No sighs for incense at thy shrine shall smoke, Thy rites will be despis'd, thy altars broke. O! or give her my flame to melt that snow Which yet unthaw'd does on her bosom grow; Or make me ice, and with her crystal chains Bind up all love within my frozen veins. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE SOUTHERN GOTHIC by DONALD JUSTICE THE BEACH IN AUGUST by WELDON KEES THE MAN SPLITTING WOOD IN THE DAYBREAK by GALWAY KINNELL THE SEEKONK WOODS by GALWAY KINNELL A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) |
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