Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O never to be moved Last Line: Some pity show, though you relief deny! Subject(s): Grief | ||||||||
O NEVER to be moved, O beauty unrelenting! Hard heart, too dearly loved! Fond love, too late repenting! Why did I dream of too much bliss? Deceitful hope was cause of this. O hear me speak this, and no more, 'Live you in joy, while I my woes deplore!' All comforts despaired Distaste your bitter scorning; Great sorrows unrepaired Admit no mean in mourning: Die, wretch, since hope from thee is fled. He that must die, is better dead. O dear delight yet, ere I die, Some pity show, though you relief deny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE I HAVE FOLDED MY SORROWS by BOB KAUFMAN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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