Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 18, by PHILIP SIDNEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change Last Line: Infected minds infect each thing they see. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change, Some cause there is, which of strange cause doth rise: For in each thing, whereto mine eye doth range, Part of my pain, me seems, engraved lies. The rocks, which were of constant mind the mark, In climbing steep now hard refusal show; The shading woods seem now my sun to dark, And stately hills disdain to look so low. The restful caves now restless visions give; In dales I see each way a hard ascent; Like late mown meads, late cut from joy I live; Alas, sweet brooks do in my tears augment: Rocks, woods, hills, caves, dales, meads, brooks, answer me: Infected minds infect each thing they see. | 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 ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY |
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