Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by PIERRE DE RONSARD Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet love with skill dissembled, sweet disdain Last Line: For to denying faith is heresy. Subject(s): Scottish Translations | ||||||||
SWEET love with skill dissembled, sweet disdain, Sweet childish wrath, unsanctioned by the heart; Sweet exile, self-imposed with secret smart, To see me not, nor write, and anger feign. Sweet friendship often lost, then found again, Sweet when I visits pay to stand apart; Nor bow, nor look, but with transparent art Pretend that others of more worth detain. Sweet friendship interchanged with waywardness, Much to disguise, and only half express, To call me fickle, void of loyalty. To blame my conscience, disallow my faith, My heart can bear no worse, no sharper scathe; For to denying faith is heresy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADOW OF THE MAGNOLIA by EUGENIO MONTALE IZMIR AT THREE O'CLOCK by TOMAS TRANSTROMER THE HALF-FINISHED HEAVEN by TOMAS TRANSTROMER THE OUTPOST by TOMAS TRANSTROMER WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX AND THE WOLF by AESOP THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD |
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