Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMORETTI: 33, by EDMUND SPENSER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Great wrong I do, I can it not deny Last Line: Or lend you me another living brest. Alternate Author Name(s): Clout, Colin Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny, To that most sacred empresse, my dear dred, Not finishing her Queene of Faery, That mote enlarge her living prayses, dead. But Lod wick, this of grace to me aread: Do ye not thinck th' accomplishment of it Sufficient worke for one mans simple head, All were it, as the rest, but rudely writ? How then should I, without another wit, Thinck ever to endure so taedious toyle, Sins that this one is tost with troublous fit Of a proud love, that doth my spirite spoyle? Cease then, till she vouchsafe to grawnt me rest, Or lend you me another living brest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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