What though I have transgrest against thy will? And run as idle ways as many other? I am not minded to pursue them still, If thou no more wilt thy affections smother; And know, Azile, that the chiefest cause Of all mishaps, sprung first from thy unkindness, It is a statute made in Cupid's laws, @3Neglected lovers spend their days in blindness:@1 And so it is, when once depriv'd the bliss Of constant love, we other blessings miss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD THE CARLE OF KELLYBURN BRAES by ROBERT BURNS |