Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 26. TO THE TUNE OF A NEAPOLITAN SONG, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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SONNET: 26. TO THE TUNE OF A NEAPOLITAN SONG, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe
Last Line: Though in pain, cannot complain: no, no, no, no.
Variant Title(s): Song


No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe:
Although with cruel fire
First thrown on my desire
She sacks my rendered sprite:
For so fair a flame embraces
All the places
Where that heat of all heats springeth
That it bringeth
To my dying heart some pleasure,
Since his treasure
Burneth bright in fairest light: no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe;
Although with cruel fire
First thrown on my desire
She sacks my rendered sprite:
Since our lives be not immortal,
But to mortal
Fetters tied, do wait the hour
Of death's power,
They have no cause to be sorry
Who with glory
End the way where all men stay: no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe;
Although with cruel fire
First thrown on my desire
She sacks my rendered sprite:
No man doubts, whom beauty killeth,
Fair death feeleth;
And in whom fair death proceedeth,
Glory breedeth;
So that I, in her beams dying,
Glory trying,
Though in pain, cannot complain: no, no, no, no.





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