Breake now my heart and dye! Oh no, she may relent. Let my despaire prevayle! Oh stay, hope is not spent. Should she now fixe one smile on thee, where were despaire? The losse is but easie which smiles can repayre. A stranger would please thee, if she were as fayre. Her must I love or none, so sweet none breathes as shee; The more is my despayre, alas, shee loves not mee: But cannot time make way for love through ribs of steele? The Grecian, inchanted all parts but the heele, At last a shaft daunted, which his hart did feele. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT EMMELINE GRANGERFORD'S 'ODE TO STEPHEN DOLWING BOTS, DEC'D' by SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS FEBRUARY IN ROME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE BABY RUNNING BAREFOOT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN (TO A BASE, A TENOR, AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |