Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET FOR THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: No popular respect will I omit Last Line: Love, thou art every day my valentine. Subject(s): Holidays; Valentine's Day | ||||||||
NO popular respect will I omit To do thee honour on this happy day, When every loyal lover tasks his wit His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay, And to his mistress dear his hopes convey. Rather thou knowest I would still outrun All calendars with Love's, -- whose date alway Thy bright eyes govern better than the Sun, -- For with thy favour was my life begun; And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles, And not by summers, for I thrive on none But those thy cheerful countenance compiles: Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine, Love, thou art every day my Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER DEATH by THOMAS HOOD MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD |
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