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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE, by WALTER DAVISON First Line: At her fair hands how have I grace entreated Last Line: Fix'd in the heart, how can the heart forget her? Variant Title(s): Dialogue Between Him And His Heart | |||
AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated With prayers oft repeated! Yet still my love is thwarted: Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted -- Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted. How often have my sighs declared my anguish, Wherein I daily languish! Yet still she doth procure it: Heart, let her go, for I can not endure it -- Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it. But shall I still a true affection owe her, Which prayers, sighs, tears do show her, And shall she still disdain me? Heart, let her go, if they no grace can gain me -- Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! She made me hers, and hers she will retain me. But if the love that hath and still doth burn me No love at length return me, Out of my thoughts I'll set her: Heart, let her go, O heart I pray thee, let her! Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! Fix'd in the heart, how can the heart forget her? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DIRGE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR |
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