Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A HYMNE TO SIR CLIPSEBY CREW, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Twas not lov's dart Last Line: But love my clipseby ever. | ||||||||
'Twas not Lov's Dart; Or any blow Of want, or foe, Did wound my heart With an eternall smart: But only you, My sometimes known Companion, (My dearest Crew,) That me unkindly slew. May your fault dye, And have no name In Bookes of fame; Or let it lye Forgotten now, as I. We parted are, And now no more, As heretofore, By jocund Larr, Shall be familiar. But though we Sever My Crew shall see, That I will be Here faithlesse never; But love my Clipseby ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK A THANKSGIVING TO GOD [FOR HIS HOUSE] by ROBERT HERRICK ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK |
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