Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO ARISTE: 2, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Be his to court the muse, whose humble breast Last Line: The warbling lute to sound the soul of love? Subject(s): Courtship; Love; Muses; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Soul | ||||||||
BE his to court the Muse, whose humble breast The glow of genius never could inspire; Who never, by the future song possest, Struck the bold strings, and waked the daring lyre. Let him invoke the Muses from their grove, Who never felt the inspiring touch of love. If I would sing how beauty's beamy blaze Thrills through the bosom at the lightning view, Or harp the high-ton'd hymn to virtue's praise, Where only from the minstrel praise is due, I would not court the Muse to prompt my lays, My Muse, Ariste, would be found in you! And need I court the goddess when I move The warbling lute to sound the soul of love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL FALCON by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE WHOLE SOUL by PHILIP LEVINE I KNOW MY SOUL by CLAUDE MCKAY HONORING THE SAND; IN MEMORY OF JOSEPH CAMPBELL by ROBERT BLY THE CHINESE PEAKS; FOR DONALD HALL by ROBERT BLY THE LIFE OF TOWNS: TOWN OF THE EXHUMATION by ANNE CARSON BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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