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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by ANNE WHARTON First Line: How hardly I concealed my tears? Last Line: But easy to deceive. | |||
How hardly I conceal'd my tears? How oft did I complain? When, many tedious days, my fears Told me I lov'd in vain. But now my joys as wild are grown, And hard to be concealed; Sorrow may make a silent moan, But joy will be reveal'd. I tell it to the bleating flocks, To every stream and tree, And bless the hollow murm'ring rocks For echoing back to me. Thus you may see with how much joy We want, we wish, believe; 'Tis hard such passion to destroy, But easy to deceive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SNUFF OF A CANDLE; MADE IN SICKNESS by ANNE WHARTON PENELOPE TO ULYSSES, SELECTION by ANNE WHARTON MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE SOLITUDE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 32. AL-KHABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 77 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING |
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