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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by WILLIAM CORKINE Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet cupid, ripen her desire Last Line: Then will no more such sport be found. Subject(s): Courtship; Time | |||
Sweet Cupid, ripen her desire, Thy joyful harvest may begin; If age approach a little nigher, 'Twill be too late to get it in. Cold winter storms lay standing corn, Which once too ripe will never rise, And lovers wish themselves unborn, When all their joys lie in their eyes. Then, sweet, let us embrace and kiss. Shall beauty shale upon the ground? If age bereave us of this bliss, Then will no more such sport be found. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |
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