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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HAWTHORNE, by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Romancer, far more coy than that coy sex! Last Line: Whilst 'neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? Variant Title(s): Sonnet: 19 Subject(s): Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864) | |||
ROMANCER, far more coy than that coy sex! Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell, Ere thy baronial keep the Muse did vex, Nor grant deliverance from enchanted spell, But tease thee all the while and sore perplex, Till thou that wizard tale shouldst fairly tell, Better than poets in thy own clear prose. Painter of sin in its deep scarlet dyes, Thy doomsday pencil Justice doth expose, New England's guilt blazoning before all eyes, No other chronicler than thee she chose. Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst 'neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HESTER PRYNNE? by KAREN SWENSON HAWTHORNE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT HAWTHORNE'S GRAVE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES DEATH OF HAWTHORNE by ANNIE (ADAMS) FIELDS HAWTHORNE'S GRAVE by FRANK DEXTER MASON HAWTHORNE by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN BROTHER WHERE DOST THOU DWELL? by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ROMANCE IN THE OLD FOLKS' HOME by MICHAEL WATERS GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT |
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