Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Were thy heart soft as thou art fair Last Line: Tomb'd in a living cruelty. Subject(s): Transience; Impermanence | ||||||||
WERE thy heart soft as thou art fair, Thou wer't a wonder past compare: But frozen Love and fierce disdain By their extremes thy graces stain. Cold coyness quenches the still fires Which glow in lovers' warm desires; And scorn, like the quick lightning's blaze, Darts death against affections gaze. O Heavens, what prodigy is this When Love in Beauty buried is! Or that dead pity thus should be Tomb'd in a living cruelty. | 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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