Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by EDWARD HERBERT Poet's Biography First Line: Thus ends my love, but this doth grieve me most Last Line: It be a temple, but without a saint. Alternate Author Name(s): Cherbury, 1st Baron Herbert Of; Herbert Of Cherbury, Edward Herbert, 1st Baron; Herbert Of Cherbury, Lord Subject(s): Love - Loss Of | ||||||||
THUS ends my love, but this doth grieve me most, That so it ends; but that ends too; this yet, Besides the wishes, hopes and time I lost, Troubles my mind awhile, that I am set Free, worse than deni'd: I can neither boast Choice nor success, as my case is, nor get Pardon from myself that I loved not A better mistress, or her worse; this debt Only's her due still, that she be forgot Ere chang'd, lest I love none; this done, the taint Of foul inconstancy is clear'd at least In me, there only rests but to unpaint Her form in my mind, that so dispossess'd, It be a temple, but without a saint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN THOUGH WE NO LONGER POSSESS IT by MARK JARMAN THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE COME AND GONE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE A SCOTCH SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT |
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