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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH, by JOHN FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan Last Line: Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | |||
WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see. Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last? Grief is but a wound to woe; Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe. | 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 ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER |
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