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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPITAPH ON THE DECEASED AUTHOR, IN ALLUSION TO SONNETS ON AURORA, by E. G. First Line: Sad lover, thou who to thy cruel saint Last Line: Which burn our breasts, yet never warm their own! Subject(s): Bosworth, William (1618-1650) | |||
SAD Lover, thou who to thy cruel saint, Didst teach thy Muse to breathe thy last complaint, Whilst thou the ends that sex aim'd at mad'st known, Methought I heard thee thus to speak thy own; Lo! hear the glory of all women's pride, The matchless trophy of their beauties' might, To kill by treason, and hid fires provide Those to devour whom they do most invite; Poor injur'd ashes! you too late have try'd, How ill they do the gentlest hearts requite; O that in beauties should those flames be known, Which burn our breasts, yet never warm their own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THESE LABOURED POEMS OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR, MR. WILLIAM BOSWORTH by L. C. ON THE EXACT AND ELABORATE STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by F. L. ON THE DEATHLESS POEMS OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR by S. P. TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE TRUIMPH OF ART by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER DEAD AUTUMN by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |
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