Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET (3), by PHILIPPE DESPORTES First Line: Nott the disdaynes of her prowde youthly mynde Last Line: Such is the force of true and constant love. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
Nott the disdaynes of her prowde youthly mynde which laughes at love, and scornes to tread his trace Nor my desyres that saile againste the winde nor yett my death, depainted in her face Nor yett my hope ready to suffer wracke with broken masts devoyde off sayle or sturne Nor all the cares that do surcharge my Backe nor that straunge flame wherwith my vaines do burn Nor all my teares lett fall to quench that fire nor all my words which I in Idle waste Nor others love wherto I coulde aspire nor that dislyke that I throughe absence taste Can make me once my fancye to remove Such is the force of true and Constant love. | 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 OF A FOUNTAYNE by PHILIPPE DESPORTES |
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