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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 AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER NIOBE: INEXORABLE DEATH by AESCHYLUS NO SONGS IN WINTER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NEW THINGS ARE BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A LARGE EVENING AT THE CLUB (AS IT WAS ONCE) by BERTON BRALEY |
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