Stella, whence doth this new assault arise, A conquered, yelden, ransacked heart to win? Whereto long since, through my long battered eyes, Whole armies of thy beauties entered in; And there, long since, love, thy lieutenant lies; My forces razed, thy banners raised within. Of conquest do not these effects suffice, But wilt new war upon thine own begin? With so sweet voice, and by sweet nature so, In sweetest strength, so sweetly skilled withal, In all sweet stratagems sweet art can show, That not my soul, which at thy foot did fall, Long since forced by thy beams, but stone nor tree, By sense's privilege, can 'scape from thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE SKIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. GEORGE SANDYS by THOMAS CAREW |