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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PHOEBE'S SONNET, FR. ROSALIND, by THOMAS LODGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Down a down Last Line: And so sing I, with down a down. Subject(s): Love | |||
DOWN a down, Thus Phyllis sung, By fancy once distressed: Whoso by foolish Love are stung Are worthily oppressed, And so sing I, with down a down. When Love was first begot, And by the mother's will, Did fall to human lot, His solace to fulfil, Devoid of all deceit, A chaste and holy fire, Did quicken man's conceit, And women's breasts inspire. The gods that saw the good, That mortals did approve, With kind and holy mood Began to talk of Love. Down a down, Thus Phyllis sung By fancy once distressed. But during this accord, A wonder strange to hear, Whilst Love in deed and word, Most faithful did appear; False semblance came in place, By jealousy attended: And with a double face, Both love and fancy blended, Which made the gods forsake, And men from fancy fly: And maidens scorn a make, Forsooth, and so will I. Down a down, Thus Phyllis sung, By fancy once distressed: Whoso by foolish Love are stung, Are worthily oppressed. And so sing I, with down a down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE] by THOMAS LODGE |
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