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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SURRENDER; SONG, by THOMAS FLATMAN Poet's Biography First Line: I yield, I yield! Divine althaea, see Last Line: That can resist so bright, so sweet a face. | |||
I YIELD, I yield! Divine Althaea, see How prostrate at thy feet I bow, Fondly in love with my captivity, So weak am I, so mighty thou! Not long ago I could defy, Arm'd with wine and company, Beauty's whole artillery: Quite vanquish'd now by thy miraculous charms, Here, fair Althaea, take my arms, For sure he cannot be of human race, That can resist so bright, so sweet a face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHARACTER OF A BELLY-GOD; CATIUS AND HORACE by THOMAS FLATMAN A DIALOGUE; CLORIS AND PARTHENISSA by THOMAS FLATMAN A DIALOGUE; ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE by THOMAS FLATMAN A DOOMS-DAY THOUGHT by THOMAS FLATMAN A SONG ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY BEFORE THE KING, CAR. 2 by THOMAS FLATMAN A THOUGHT OF DEATH by THOMAS FLATMAN ADVICE TO AN OLD MAN OF SIXTY-THREE, ABOUT TO MARRY A GIRL OF SIXTEEN by THOMAS FLATMAN AGAINST THOUGHTS by THOMAS FLATMAN |
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