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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 12, by WILLIAM SHENSTONE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O'er desert plains, and rushy meres Last Line: Nor steal one thought from thee. Subject(s): Love | |||
O'ER desert plains, and rushy meres, And wither'd heaths, I rove; Where tree, nor spire, nor cot appears, I pass to meet my love. But tho' my path were damask'd o'er With beauties e'er so fine, My busy thoughts would fly before To fix alone -- on thine. No fir-crown'd hills could give delight, No palace please mine eye; No pyramid's aerial height, Where mould'ring monarchs lie. Unmov'd, should Eastern kings advance, Could I the pageant see: Splendour might catch one scornful glance, Nor steal one thought from thee. | 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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