I cannot love, as I have lov'd before: For, I'm grown old; &, with mine age, grown poore: Love must be fed by wealth: this blood of mine Must needs wax cold, if wanting bread and wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE WHY TELL? by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |