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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by ANNE WHARTON First Line: How hardly I concealed my tears? Last Line: But easy to deceive. | |||
How hardly I conceal'd my tears? How oft did I complain? When, many tedious days, my fears Told me I lov'd in vain. But now my joys as wild are grown, And hard to be concealed; Sorrow may make a silent moan, But joy will be reveal'd. I tell it to the bleating flocks, To every stream and tree, And bless the hollow murm'ring rocks For echoing back to me. Thus you may see with how much joy We want, we wish, believe; 'Tis hard such passion to destroy, But easy to deceive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SNUFF OF A CANDLE; MADE IN SICKNESS by ANNE WHARTON PENELOPE TO ULYSSES, SELECTION by ANNE WHARTON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 77. SOUL'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF by ISAAC WATTS THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN RELIQUES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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