CLORIS to love without return Is the efect of a mean soul In hopeless flames ever to burn Is past Tyranick loves controul I by your charms and flattering Wit betrayed Of my fond humble hart an offering Made But your disdain has curd loves cruell paine Prid and dispaire has brock his rigorous chaine. 2 though reason could not passhon cure See what the sence of honour can He that could your vain prid indure Merits the scorn of every man My long lost fredome fircely Ile persue And flye the world rather than love renew Soe though my hart neglected liberty your own ungrateful hate has sett it free. Continue still ingrate My seeming hate youl gain But my most wretched fate Makes me still love me pain Therefore in vaine your art My wortheless love to loose youl allways have the hart Which you soe hardly use | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S CAUTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HAPPY FOOL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE FINAL WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE EPISTLE TO MR. M'ADAM; IN ANSWER TO AN OBLIGING LETTER ... by ROBERT BURNS |