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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 1, by WILLIAM SHENSTONE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I told my nymph, I told her true Last Line: I know my flavia's love sincere. Variant Title(s): Flavia Subject(s): Love | |||
I told my nymph, I told her true, My fields were small, my flocks were few; While faltering accents spoke my fear, That Flavia might not prove sincere. Of crops destroy'd by vernal cold, And vagrant sheep that left my fold: Of these she heard, yet bore to hear; And is not Flavia then sincere? How, chang'd by Fortune's fickle wind, The friends I loved became unkind; She heard and shed a generous tear; And is not Flavia then sincere? How, if she deign my love to bless, My Flavia must not hope for dress: This, too, she heard, and smiled to hear; And Flavia, sure, must be sincere. Go, shear your flocks, ye jovial swains! Go reap the plenty of your plains; Despoil'd of all which you revere, I know my Flavia's love sincere. | 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 WRITTEN AT AN INN AT HENLEY by WILLIAM SHENSTONE A SOLEMN MEDITATION by WILLIAM SHENSTONE ELEGY: 11. HE COMPLAINS HOW SOON THE NOVELTY OF LIVE IS OVER by WILLIAM SHENSTONE |
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