Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEPARATION, by CHARLES COTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I guess'd none wretched in his love Last Line: And separates our bloods, because too near. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
I I GUESS'D none wretched in his love, But who his Mistress's scorn did prove, Nor judg'd him happy, but whose fire Was paid with mutual desire: But sad experience tells, In both extremes there dwells A destiny, which so malignant is To make Man wretched in his greatest bliss. II The brightest Beauty I adore, That consecrated Earth e'er bore, The sweetest person, fairest mind, That ever met in Womankind; And (which afflicts me) am Met with an equal flame: For, had she hated me, her scorn might have Condemn'd my infant love to its bless'd grave. III But such 'tis nourish'd by her grace, As Time, nor objects can deface, To such a faith, as cannot be Compell'd from its integrity. But oh, th' unwelcome cause, Of superstitious laws! That us, from our mutual embraces tear, And separates our bloods, because too near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON |
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