Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FAREWELL TO LOVE, by JOHN SUCKLING Poet's Biography First Line: Well-shadow'd landskip, fare ye well Last Line: And so I love no more. Subject(s): Love - Complaints | ||||||||
WELL-SHADOW'D landskip, fare ye well: How I have lov'd you none can tell, At least, so well As he that now hates more Than e'er he lov'd before. But, my dear nothings, take your leave: No longer must you me deceive, Since I perceive All the deceit, and know Whence the mistake did grow. As he whose quicker eye doth trace A false star shot to a mark'd place, Does run apace, And thinking it to catch, A jelly up does snatch: So our dull souls, tasting delight Far off, by sense and appetite, Think that is right And real good; when yet 'Tis but the counterfeit. Oh, how I glory now, that I Have made this new discovery! Each wanton eye Inflam'd before: no more Will I increase that score. If I gaze now, 'tis but to see What manner of death's-head 'twill be, When it is free From that fresh upper skin, The gazer's joy and sin. The gum and glist'ning which with art And studi'd method in each part Hangs down the hair, 't Looks (just) as if that day Snails there had crawl'd the hay. The locks that curl'd o'er each ear be, Hang like two master-worms to me, That (as we see) Have tasted to the rest Two holes, where they like 't best. A quick corse, methinks, I spy In ev'ry woman; and mine eye, At passing by, Checks, and is troubled, just As if it rose from dust. They mortify, not heighten me; These of my sins the glasses be: And here I see How I have lov'd before. And so I love no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING |
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