Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON HER RESEMBLANCE, by FRANCIS KYNASTON Poet's Biography First Line: Forgive me cynthia, if (as poets use Last Line: In it, as thy fair cheeks do in the rose. Subject(s): Beauty; Love; Virtue | ||||||||
FORGIVE me Cynthia, if (as Poets use, When they some divine Beauty would express) I roses, pinks, or July-flowers do choose: It is a kind of weakness I confess, To praise the great'st perfection by a less: And is the same, as if one strove to paint The holiness or virtues of a Saint. Yet there is a necessity impos'd, For those bright Angels, which we virtues call Had not been known, had they not been inclos'd In precious stones, or things diaphanal: The essences and forms celestial Had been conceal'd, had not the heavenly powers Been stamp'd, and printed on stones, trees, and flowers. So thy divine pure soul, and every grace, And heavenly beauty it doth comprehend, Had not been seen, but for thy lovely face, Which with angel-like features may contend, Which into flesh and blood did down descend, That she her purest essence might disclose In it, as thy fair cheeks do in the Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GOOD FATHER by CAROLYN KIZER ARCADY TOMBEAU by DONALD REVELL LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON |
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