Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WAYS OF LOVE, by PIERRE DE RONSARD Poet's Biography First Line: Love's infidel / whom I adore Last Line: Till you loved in sooth! Subject(s): Eyes; Hate; Hearts; Love | ||||||||
LOVE'S infidel Whom I adore, You know too well That I love you more By a hundred score Than mine eyes or heart! So you'd die before You'd be called "sweet-heart!" But if I could seem To set no store By your esteem, Then you'd love me more By a hundred score Than your eyes or heart, And almost implore To be called "sweet-heart!" "'Tis the way of love That who loves the best The least can he move His Lady's breast." . . . Ah, would I could test The proverb's truth And hate -- in jest -- Till you loved in sooth! | 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 RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD |
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