Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 99, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Recitation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The forward violet thus did I chide Last Line: But sweet or color it had stolen from thee. Subject(s): Admiration | ||||||||
THE forward violet thus did I chide: -- Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? the purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both, And to this robbery had annexed thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, But sweet or color it had stolen from thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EYE IN THE ROCK by JOHN HAINES SAN DIEGO AND MATISSE: 1. INSIDE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A TREE by CLARENCE MAJOR SAN DIEGO AND MATISSE: 2. OUTSIDE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A ROCKING... by CLARENCE MAJOR STREAK OF LIGHT by EAMON GRENNAN MARY DONNELLY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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