Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 21, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If any hath the heart to kill Last Line: Now though she sees, she'll not believe. Subject(s): Impotence | ||||||||
IF any hath the heart to kill, Come rid me of this woeful pain! For while I live I suffer still This cruel torment all in vain: Yet none alive but one can guess What is the cause of my distress. Thanks be to heaven, no grievous smart, No maladies my limbs annoy; I bear a fond and sprightful heart, Yet live I quite deprived of joy: Since what I had in vain I crave, And what I had not now I have. A love I had, so fair, so sweet, As ever wanton eye did see: Once by appointment we did meet: She would, but ah, it would not be! She gave her heart, her hand she gave; All did I give, she nought could have. What hag did then my powers forespeak, That never yet such taint did feel! Now she rejects me as one weak, Yet am I all composed of steel. Ah, this is it my heart doth grieve: Now though she sees, she'll not believe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN IMPOTENCE SUBLIME by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS THE IMPERFECT ENJOYMENT by JOHN WILMOT PREMULA'S PROBLEM by JAMES LAUGHLIN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12. A RENUNCIATION by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION |
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