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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO ---, by JOHN CHALK CLARIS First Line: O had my folly never dared Last Line: A soul that feels their force like mine! Alternate Author Name(s): Brooke, Arthur Subject(s): Charm; Courtship | |||
XI. O HAD my folly never dared To taste the bliss which only thou Canst give, though then I had not shared What heaven can scarce to earth allow, Yet, ah! my bosom had been spared The pangs which desolate it now! Look on meit may be the art Which lovers use,since many feign, Few feel the madness of the heart Which drinks the blood, which dries the brain! Yet my changed cheek might tell thee part Of what this breast hath known of pain. Still to my tortured heart 'tis sweet To think the raptures I resign None other can with thee repeat; For though thy charms be still divine, It cannot be that thou should'st meet A soul that feels their force like mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS YOU WALK OUT ONE MORNING by GLYN MAXWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS THE FORTUNATE SPILL by MARILYN NELSON REQUEST TO LEDA by DYLAN THOMAS A NIGHT THOUGHT; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by JOHN CHALK CLARIS AN INVITATION TO CELEBRATE THE BIRTHDAY OF THE POET MOORE by JOHN CHALK CLARIS |
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