Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear Last Line: Wilt be too soon with age or sorrow nighted. Subject(s): Transience; Impermanence | ||||||||
WHEN I entreat, either thou wilt not hear, Or else my suit arriving at thy ear Cools and dies there. A strange extremity! To freeze i' th' Sun, and in the shade to fry. Whilst all my blasted hopes decline so soon, 'Tis evening with me, though at high noon. For pity to thyself, if not to me, Think time will ravish, what I lose, from thee. If my scorch'd heart wither through thy delay, Thy beauty withers too. And swift decay Arrests thy youth. So thou whilst I am slighted Wilt be too soon with age or sorrow nighted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE SOUTHERN GOTHIC by DONALD JUSTICE THE BEACH IN AUGUST by WELDON KEES THE MAN SPLITTING WOOD IN THE DAYBREAK by GALWAY KINNELL THE SEEKONK WOODS by GALWAY KINNELL A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) |
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