Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIR MARTIN MARR-ALL: SONG, by JOHN DRYDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Blind love, to this hour Last Line: And more blest her eyes that first taught me desire. Subject(s): Love; Night; Singing & Singers; Stars; Bedtime; Songs | ||||||||
BLIND Love, to this hour, Had never like me, a Slave under his Pow'r. Then blest be the Dart That he threw at my heart, For nothing can prove A joy so great as to be wounded with love. My Days and my Nights Are fill'd to the purpose with sorrows and frights; From my heart still I sigh, And my Eyes are ne'r dry, So that, Cupid be prais'd. I am to the top of Love's happiness rais'd. My Soul's all on fire So that I have the pleasure to dote and desire, Such a pretty soft pain, That it tickles each vein, 'Tis the dream of a smart, Which makes me breathe short when it beats at my heart. Sometimes in a Pet, When I am despis'd, I my freedom would get; But straight a sweet smile Does my anger beguile, And my heart does recall, Then the more I do struggle the lower I fall. Heaven does not impart Such a grace as to love unto ev'ry one's heart; For many may wish To be wounded, and miss. Then blest be loves Fire, And more blest her Eyes that first taught me desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN |
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