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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO LA SANSCOEUR, by WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE Poet's Biography First Line: I know not how to call you light Last Line: True passion -- but pretences. | |||
I KNOW not how to call you light, Since I myself was lighter; Nor can you blame my changing plight Who were the first inviter. I know not which began to range Since we were never constant; And each when each began to change Was found a weak remonstrant. But this I know, the God of Love Doth shake his hand against us, And scorning says we ne'er did prove True passion -- but pretences. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH by WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL by WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE THE MASTER-CHORD by WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. I HEAR THY CALL, MYSTERIOUS BEING by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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