Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 93, by PHILIP SIDNEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O fate, o fault, o curse, child of my bliss Last Line: I cry thy sighs; my dear, thy tears I bleed. Subject(s): Love; Stars | ||||||||
O fate, O fault, O curse, child of my bliss; What sobs can give words grace my grief to show? What ink is black enough to paint my woe? Through me, wretch me, even Stella vexed is. Yet truth -- if caitiff's breath might call thee -- this Witness with me, that my foul stumbling so From carelessness did in no manner grow; But wit, confused with too much care, did miss. And do I then myself this vain 'scuse give? I have (live I, and know this?) harmed thee; Though worlds 'quit me, shall I myself forgive? Only with pains my pains thus eased be, That all my hurts in my heart's wrack I read; I cry thy sighs; my dear, thy tears I bleed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EPIC STARS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HYMN TO THE STARS by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS CLEMATIS MONTANA by MADELINE DEFREES THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY |
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