Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO CYNTHIA, by PHILIP AYRES Poet's Biography First Line: Hark how the little birds do vie their skill Last Line: You're woo'd by heav'n, and earth, to favour me. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
HARK how the little birds do vie their skill, Saluting, with their tunes, the welcome day; Spring does the air with fragrant odours fill, And the pleas'd fields put on their best array. With great serenity the Heavens move; The amorous planet rules in fullest power; All things their cruelty away remove, And seem to know of Joy the time, and hour: Only my Cynthia still this glorious morn Retains the frozen temper of her heart, Of birds, and flowers, does imitation scorn, Nor from her wonted rigour will depart. Ah change, my Fair, that harsh and cruel mind! Why should your looks and humour disagree? Let not my love such opposition find, You're woo'd by Heav'n, and Earth, to favour me. | 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 ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES |
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