Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG TO PHILLIS, by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) Poet's Biography First Line: Phillis, we not grieve that nature Last Line: But in hopes to make him kind. Subject(s): Love - Nature Of | ||||||||
PHILLIS, we not grieve that Nature, Forming you, has done her part; And in every single feature Shew'd the utmost of her art. But in this it is pretended That a mighty grievance lies, That your heart should be defended, Whilst you wound us with your eyes. Love's a senseless inclination, Where no mercy's to be found; But is just, where kind compassion Gives us balm to heal the wound. Persians, paying solemn duty, To the rising sun inclin'd, Never would adore his beauty, But in hopes to make him kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESCUE THE DEAD by DAVID IGNATOW BUTTERFLIES UNDER PERSIMMON by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 27 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE HE WHO KNOWS LOVE by ELSA BARKER LOVE'S HUMBLENESS by ELSA BARKER SONG (IN THE LUCKY CHANCE) by APHRA BEHN RIVALRY IN LOVE by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) AGAINST MARRIAGE TO HIS MISTRESS by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) |
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