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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by ANNE WHARTON First Line: How hardly I concealed my tears? Last Line: But easy to deceive. | |||
How hardly I conceal'd my tears? How oft did I complain? When, many tedious days, my fears Told me I lov'd in vain. But now my joys as wild are grown, And hard to be concealed; Sorrow may make a silent moan, But joy will be reveal'd. I tell it to the bleating flocks, To every stream and tree, And bless the hollow murm'ring rocks For echoing back to me. Thus you may see with how much joy We want, we wish, believe; 'Tis hard such passion to destroy, But easy to deceive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SNUFF OF A CANDLE; MADE IN SICKNESS by ANNE WHARTON PENELOPE TO ULYSSES, SELECTION by ANNE WHARTON SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE BIRDS: THE BIRDS' LIFE by ARISTOPHANES POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE |
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