REMOTE from Court, where after toil we get More hopes than fruit, I now have chang'd my seat, And here retir'd with calmer thoughts abide: As Lea more smooth than troubled Thames does glide. I need not great men here with flatt'ry please, No pride nor envy shall disturb my ease; If Love ensnares my heart, I from its net, Or servile chain at least, my freedom get. Since my new flame brake out, my old is dead, With falsehood kindled, and with scorn 'twas fed; And here the greatest rigour pleases more Than all dissembled favours could before. There Love's all counterfeit, and friendship too, And nothing else but hate and malice true: If here my Nymph be cross, or prove unkind, Vanquish'd, I triumph; fighting, Peace I find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE |