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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore Last Line: O come quickly, glorious lord, and raise my sprite to thee! Subject(s): Catholics; Heaven; Prayer; Religion; Worship; Roman Catholics; Catholicism; Paradise; Theology | |||
NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessed only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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