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SONG: MURDERING BEAUTY by THOMAS CAREW

Poet Analysis

First Line: I'LL GAZE NO MORE ON HER BEWITCHING FACE
Last Line: I SURFEIT WITH EXCESS OF JOY, AND DIE.
Subject(s): BEAUTY;
I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place;
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns
With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns.
I'll love no more those cruel eyes of hers,
Which, pleas'd or anger'd, still are murderers:
For if she dart, like lightning, through the air
Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair:
If she behold me with a pleasing eye,
I surfeit with excess of joy, and die.



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