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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To fix her! - 'twere a task as vain Last Line: Twas destiny that forged the chain. | |||
TO fix her, -- 'twere a task as vain To count the April drops of rain, To sow in Afric's barren soil, -- Or tempests hold within a toil. I know it, friend, she's light as air, False as the fowler's artful snare, Inconstant as the passing wind, As winter's dreary frost unkind. She's such a miser too, in love, Its joys she'll neither share nor prove; Though hundreds of gallants await From her victorious eyes their fate. Blushing at such inglorious reign, I sometimes strive to break her chain; My reason summon to my aid, Resolved no more to be betray'd. Ah, friend! 'tis but a short-lived trance, Dispell'd by one enchanting glance; She need but look, and I confess Those looks completely curse, or bless. So soft, so elegant, so fair, Sure, something more than human's there; I must submit, for strife is vain, 'Twas destiny that forged the chain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND by TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT TO LEVEN WATER by TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY EPODE: 2. THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER IF THE WORLD WERE RIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |
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