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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 39, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Kind in unkindness, when will you relent Last Line: And place my joys where my desires would be. Subject(s): Love – Complaints | |||
KIND in unkindness, when will you relent And cease with faint love true love to torment? Still entertained, excluded still I stand; Her glove still hold, but cannot touch the hand. In her fair hand my hopes and comforts rest: O might my fortunes with that hand be blest! No envious breaths then my deserts could shake, For they are good whom such true love doth make O let not beauty so forget her birth, That it should fruitless home return to earth! Love is the fruit of beauty, then love one! Not your sweet self, for such self-love is none. Love one that only lives in loving you; Whose wronged deserts would you with pity view, This strange distaste which your affections sways Would relish love, and you find better days. Thus till my happy sight your beauty views, Whose sweet remembrance still my hope renews, Let these poor lines solicit love for me, And place my joys where my desires would be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRIESTE - CIAO TO ITALY by SANDRA CISNEROS NAMING PARTS by CAROL ANN DUFFY UNHAPPY LOVE POEM by EDWARD HIRSCH LOVE IS HIS NEMESIS: IT FOLLOWS HIM INTO SLEEP by DAVID IGNATOW A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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