Loe here behold these tributerie Teares, Paid to thy faire, but cruell tyrant Eyes; Loe here the blossome of my youthfull yeares, Nipt with the fresh of thy Wraths winter, dyes, Here on Loves Altar I doo offer up This burning hart for my Soules sacrifice; Here I receave this deadly-poysned Cup, Of Circe charm'd; wherein deepe Magicke lyes. Then Teares (if thou be happie Teares indeed), And Hart (if thou be lodged in his brest), And Cup (if thou canst helpe despaire with speed); Teares, Hart, and Cup conioyne to make me blest: Teares move, Hart win, Cup cause, ruth, love, desire, In word, in deed, by moane, by zeale, by fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |