Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: THE WRITER TO HIS BOOK, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Whither thus hastes my little book so fast? Last Line: Thy lightness cannot help or hurt my fame. Subject(s): Books; Reading | ||||||||
Whither thus hastes my little book so fast? To Paul's Churchyard. What? in those cells to stand, With one leaf like a rider's cloak put up To catch a termer? or lie musty there With rimes a term set out, or two, before? Some will redeem me. Few. Yes, read me too. Fewer. Nay love me. Now thou doat'st, I see. Will not our English Athens art defend? Perhaps. Will lofty courtly wits not aim Still at perfection? if I grant? I fly. Whither? To Paul's. Alas, poor book, I rue Thy rash self-love. Go, spread thy pap'ry wings; Thy lightness cannot help or hurt my fame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE ILLUSTRATION?ÇÖA FOOTNOTE by DENISE LEVERTOV FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL POETRY MACHINES by CATE MARVIN LENDING LIBRARY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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