UNTRAINED in all Love's subtle tricks and wiles, I late was free and boasted of my state: Now willingly I'm taken in his toils And feel those ills which I myself create. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATORZAINS: 5. TO NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT PSALM 140 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE AUTHOR'S FRIEND TO THE READER by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |