Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIR THOMAS WORTLEY'S SONNET ANSWERED: THE ANSWER, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Again Last Line: Her glorious, glorious name. | ||||||||
Again, Thou witty Cruel Wanton, now again, Through ev'ry Vein, Hurl all your lightning, and strike ev'ry Dart. Again, Before I feel this pleasing, pleasing pain, I have no Heart, Nor can I live but sweetly murder'd with So dear, so dear a smart. Then fly, And kindle all your Torches at her Eye, To make me Dye Her Martyr, and put on my Robe of Flame : So I Advanced on my blazing Wings on high, In Death became Enthron'd a Star, and Ornament unto Her glorious, glorious name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (1) by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (2) by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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