Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAELIA: SONNETS: 9, by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell me, my thoughts (for you each minute fly Last Line: To get a love, a beauty so divine. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, William Of Tavistock Subject(s): Love; Beauty | ||||||||
TELL me, my thoughts (for you each minute fly, And see those beauties which mine eyes have lost,) Is any worthier love beneath the sky? Would not the cold Norwegian mix'd with frost (If in their clime she were) from her bright eyes Receive a heat, so pow'rfully begun, In all his veins and numbed arteries, That would supply the lowness of the sun? I wonder at her harmony of words, Rare (and as rare as seldom doth she talk) That rivers stand not in their speedy fords, And down the hills the trees forbear to walk: But more I muse why I should hope in fine To get a Love, a Beauty so divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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