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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by FELIX ARVERS First Line: My soul, my life, a fatal secret own Last Line: Who can that woman be?' and never guess. | |||
MY soul, my life, a fatal secret own-- A deathless love my heart at once o'erthrew: The would is hopeless, and was never shown; And she who dealt it ne'er my anguish knew. Alas! how oft unnoticed near I drew And stood beside her, yet was all alone; And all my earthly days will past have flown And I nought gained, and nothing dared pursue. She in whom God all love and softness blends, Follows her path absorbed, nor comprehends The murmurings of love that round her press. She whom stern duty's voice alone can stir Will say, when read these lines, all full of her, 'Who can that woman be?' And never guess. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE CONFESSIONAL by ROBERT BROWNING ELEGY: 19. TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED by JOHN DONNE IN HOSPITAL: 10. STAFF NURSE: NEW STYLE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ANNE RUTLEDGE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL |
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