Where is my heart, perfidious boy? Give it, ah give it back again! I ask no more for hours of joy, Left but thy arm, and burst my chain. "Fond man the heart we rashly gave She prizes not but won't restore; She passes on from slave to slave -- Go, go; thy heart is thine no more." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BALLOON MAN by JEAN M. BATCHELOR IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |