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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by PHILIPPE DESPORTES First Line: Dress your gold locks, make soft your azure eyes Last Line: To err a second time is ne'er excused. | |||
DRESS your gold locks, make soft your azure eyes, Let your red lips enchanting projects feign; Call heaven to witness, heave deceitful sighs, Weep, act howe'er you will, your hopes are vain. I will return no more, such frantic cries, So many days consumed in direst pain, To end in anguish when we met again, Will, for the future, guard me from surprise. Experience teaches, grief has wisdom taught, How cursed the wretch by fickle woman caught, Entrapt by luring speeches that beguile. No, no! If by sweet words again abused, Pardon nor pity let me then receive: To err a second time is ne'er excused. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DIANA by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (1) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (2) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (3) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES VILLANELLE by PHILIPPE DESPORTES TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK |
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