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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DAMON, by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON First Line: Cease, damon, cease, I'll hear no more Last Line: These servile wheedling tricks will ne'er prevail. | |||
Cease, Damon, cease, I'll hear no more; Your fulsome flattery give o'er; I scorn this mean fallacious art By which you'd steal, not win, my heart: In me it never can compassion move, And sooner will aversion raise than love. If you to love would me incline, Assert the man, forbear to whine; Let time and plain sincerity And faithful love your pleaders be; For trust me, Damon, if those fail, These servile wheedling tricks will ne'er prevail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTENTED MIND by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON ON BEAU NASH'S PICTURE AT BATH by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON TO PHILOTINUS by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER TO THE WINDS; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |
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