Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: In mine own monument I lie Last Line: I'm loth to be alive again. | ||||||||
IN mine own monument I lie, And in myself am buried; Sure the quick lightning of her eye Melted my soul i' th' scabbard dead; And now like some pale ghost I walk, And with another's spirit talk. Nor can her beams a heat convey That may my frozen bosom warm, Unless her smiles have pow'r, as they That a cross charm can countercharm; But this is such a pleasing pain, I'm loth to be alive again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (1) by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (2) by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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