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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HIS FRIEND, ON THE UNTUNEABLE TIMES, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Play I co'd once; but (gentle friend) you see Last Line: Wither'd my hand, and palsie-struck my tongue. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | |||
Play I co'd once; but (gentle friend) you see My Harp hung up, here on the Willow tree. Sing I co'd once; and bravely too enspire (With luscious Numbers) my melodious Lyre. Draw I co'd once (although not stocks or stones, Amphion-like) men made of flesh and bones, Whether I wo'd; but (ah !) I know not how, I feele in me, this transmutation now. Griefe, (my deare friend) has first my Harp unstrung; Wither'd my hand, and palsie-struck my tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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