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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET (1), by ALFRED TENNYSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Could I outwear my present state of woe Last Line: From my cold eyes, and melted it again. Alternate Author Name(s): Tennyson, Lord Alfred; Tennyson, 1st Baron; Tennyson Of Aldworth And Farringford, Baron | |||
COULD I outwear my present state of woe With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow The wan dark coil of faded suffering -- Forth in the pride of beauty issuing A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers, Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers And watered valleys where the young birds sing; Could I thus hope my lost delight's renewing, I straightly would command the tears to creep From my charged lids; but inwardly I weep; Some vital heat as yet my heart is wooing: That to itself hath drawn the frozen rain From my cold eyes, and melted it again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN by ALFRED TENNYSON BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 by ALFRED TENNYSON ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |
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