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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by LOUISE LABE Poet's Biography First Line: While yet these tears have power to flow Last Line: Come, death, and cast thy shadows o'er my fate! Alternate Author Name(s): La Belle Cordiere | |||
While yet these tears have power to flow For hours for ever past away; While yet these swelling sighs allow My faltering voice to breathe a lay; While yet my hand can touch the chords, My tender lute, to wake thy tone; While yet my mind no thought affords, But one remembered dream alone, I ask not death, whate'er my state: But when my eyes can weep no more, My voice is lost, my hand untrue, And when my spirit's fire is o'er, Nor can express the love it knew, Come, Death, and cast thy shadows o'er my fate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MIRTH by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WALK TO EMMAUS by OLIVA WARD BUSH SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 89 by BLISS CARMAN MAKE BELIEVE (2) by ALICE CARY |
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