Follow, follow, Though with mischief Arm'd, like whirlwind Now she flies thee; Time can conquer Love's unkindness; Love can alter Time's disgraces: Till death faint not Then, but follow. Could I catch that Nimble traitor Scornful Laura, Swift-foot Laura, Soon then would I Seek avengement What's th' avengement? Ev'n submissly Prostrate then to Beg for mercy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIPS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN AUTUMN NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 11. LOVE WILL OUT by PHILIP AYRES A PRAYER FOR LOVE by ELSA BARKER THE FESTUBERT SHRINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CAELIA: SONNETS: 12 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ADDRESS TO DUMOURIER by ROBERT BURNS |