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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by ETIENNE DE LA BOETIE First Line: Many say of me, why does he complain Last Line: Meanwhile, who grief forbid should give relief. | |||
MANY say of me, why does he complain, Losing his best years for so slight an ill? Why mourn so loud, if hope he harbours still; If nought he hopes, why not content remain? When whole and free, I used the selfsame strain, But surely he has little wit or skill, Or else his heart do pride and malice fill, Who blames my grief, but reckons not my pain. Love, with a hundred pangs, has stabbed me through, And still they bid me my complaints subdue. I'm not so mad as to increase my grief By speaking. Only my lost peace restore, Sonnets and songs I quit for evermore; Meanwhile, who grief forbid should give relief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |
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