Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOSS, by THOMAS STANLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Yet ere I go Last Line: For love from sympathy doth flow. Subject(s): Love - Loss Of | ||||||||
YET ere I go, Disdainful Beauty, thou shalt be So wretched, as to know What joys thou fling'st away with me. A faith so bright, As Time or Fortune could not rust; So firm, that lovers might Have read thy story in my dust, And crown'd thy name With laurel verdant as thy youth, Whilst the shrill voice of Fame Spread wide thy beauty and my truth. This thou hast lost; For all true lovers, when they find That my just aims were crost, Will speak thee lighter than the wind. And none will lay Any oblation on thy shrine, But such as would betray Thy faith, to faiths as false as thine. Yet, if thou choose On such thy freedom to bestow, Affection may excuse, For love from sympathy doth flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN THOUGH WE NO LONGER POSSESS IT by MARK JARMAN THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE COME AND GONE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE A SCOTCH SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE |
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