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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG (18), by JOHN WILMOT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Cloris to love without return Last Line: Which you soe hardly use Alternate Author Name(s): Rochester, 2d Earl Of | |||
CLORIS to love without return Is the efect of a mean soul In hopeless flames ever to burn Is past Tyranick loves controul I by your charms and flattering Wit betrayed Of my fond humble hart an offering Made But your disdain has curd loves cruell paine Prid and dispaire has brock his rigorous chaine. 2 though reason could not passhon cure See what the sence of honour can He that could your vain prid indure Merits the scorn of every man My long lost fredome fircely Ile persue And flye the world rather than love renew Soe though my hart neglected liberty your own ungrateful hate has sett it free. Continue still ingrate My seeming hate youl gain But my most wretched fate Makes me still love me pain Therefore in vaine your art My wortheless love to loose youl allways have the hart Which you soe hardly use | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT GRECIAN KINDNESS: A SONG by JOHN WILMOT IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT INSULTING BEAUTY by JOHN WILMOT LOVE AND LIFE. A SONG by JOHN WILMOT |
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