PARDON, Love! pardon master and lord! I vow That of my voice, and verse, and future years, My sobs, and sighs, my doleful cries, and fears, Shall be no other cause, but only thou. Alas! how vengeful fortune mocks me now! Who late made love my mark for laugh and jeers. Now ta'en, I yield; plain my defeat appears. My freedom, too long kept, I disallow. If for its sake thy conquest I delayed, Use me no worse, thy fame thus greater made. If thy first onset caused me not to yield, Think that a conqueror valiant, noble, great, More loves the captive who succumbs, though late, And bravely fought, and stoutly kept the field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HOLYHEAD, SEPTEMBER 25, 1727 by JONATHAN SWIFT A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN by ALFRED TENNYSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON TALL NETTLES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |