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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 11, by WILLIAM SHENSTONE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Perhaps it is not love, said I Last Line: And under friendship lurks desire. Subject(s): Love | |||
PERHAPS it is not love, said I, That melts my soul when Flavia's nigh: Where wit and sense like hers agree, One may be pleased, and yet be free. The beauties of her polish'd mind It needs no lover's eye to find; The hermit freezing in his cell Might wish the gentle Flavia well. It is not love -- averse to bear The servile chain that lovers wear; Let, let me all my fears remove, My doubts dispel -- it is not love -- O! when did wit so brightly shine In any form less fair than thine? It is -- it is love's subtile fire, And under friendship lurks desire. | 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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