|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell me no more how fair she is Last Line: In that it falls her sacrifice. Subject(s): Transience; Impermanence | |||
Tell me no more how fair she is, I have no minde to hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near: By sad experience I have found That her perfection is my wound. And tell me not how fond I am To tempt a daring Fate, From whence no triumph ever came, But to repent too late: There is some hope ere long I may In silence dote my self away. I ask no pity (Love) from thee, Nor will thy justice blame, So that thou wilt not envy mee The glory of my flame: Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes, In that it falls her sacrifice. | 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) |
| |