Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 271, by LUIS DE CAMOENS Poet's Biography First Line: This mountain-scene with sylvan grandeur Last Line: A secret grief is mine, that will not rest. Alternate Author Name(s): Camoes, Luis De; Camoens, Luiz Vaz De Subject(s): Nature | ||||||||
THIS mountain-scene with sylvan grandeur crowned; These chestnut-woods, in summer verdure bright; These founts and rivulets, whose mingling sound Lulls every bosom to serene delight; Soft on these hills the sun's declining ray; This clime, where all is new; these murmuring seas; Flocks, to the fold that bend their lingering way; Light clouds, contending with the genial breeze; And all that Nature's lavish hands dispense, In gay luxuriance, charming every sense, Ne'er in thy absence, can delight my breast: Nought, without thee, my weary soul beguiles: And joy may beam yet, 'midst her brightest smiles, A secret grief is mine, that will not rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN |
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