Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE VIRTUOUS AND NOBLE LADY, THE LADY COTTON, by THOMAS RANDOLPH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tis not to force more tears from your sad eye Last Line: For he was but our wonder -- you were his. | ||||||||
'TIS not to force more tears from your sad eye That we write thus -- that were a piety Turn'd guilt and sin; we only beg to come And pay due tribute to his sacred tomb. The Muses did divide his love with you, And justly, therefore, may be mourners too. Instead of cypress, they have brought fresh bays To crown his urn, and every dirge is praise. But since with him the learned tongues are gone, Necessity here makes us use our own. Read in his praise your own -- you cannot miss, For he was but our wonder -- you were his. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH UPON HIS PICTURE by THOMAS RANDOLPH A CHARACTER by THOMAS RANDOLPH A COMPLAINT AGAINST CUPID, THAT HE NEVER MADE HIM IN LOVE by THOMAS RANDOLPH A DIALOGUE BETWIXT A NYMPH AND A SHEPHERD by THOMAS RANDOLPH A MASK FOR LYDIA by THOMAS RANDOLPH A PARENETICON TO THE TRULY NOBLE GENTLEMAN MASTER ENDYMION PORTER by THOMAS RANDOLPH A PARLEY WITH HIS EMPTY PURSE by THOMAS RANDOLPH A PASTORAL COURTSHIP by THOMAS RANDOLPH |
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