Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL, FR. ROSALIND [ROSALYNDE], by THOMAS LODGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Love in my bosom like a bee / doth suck his sweet Last Line: Spare not, but play thee! Variant Title(s): Love's Protestation;rosalind's Complaint;rosalynd's Madrigal;rosalynd's Complaint Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me. Now with his feet; Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah! wanton, will ye? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The livelong night. Strike I the lute, he tunes the string; He music plays, if so I sing; He lends me every lovely thing, Yet, cruel, he my heart doth sting: Whist! wanton, still ye! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence, And bind you when you long to play, For your offence; I'll shut my eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas! what hereby shall I win If he gainsay me! What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god: Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be; Lurk in my eyes, I like of thee, O Cupid! so thou pity me; Spare not, but play thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE |
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