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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE, by BEN JONSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Some act of love's bound to rehearse Last Line: When love is fled, and I grow old. Subject(s): Love; Writing & Writers | |||
Some act of Love's bound to rehearse, I thought to bind him, in my verse: Which when he felt, Away (quoth he) Can poets hope to fetter me? It is enough, they once did get Mars, and my mother, in their net: I wear not these my wings in vain. With which he fled me: and again, Into my rhymes could ne'er be got By any art. Then wonder not, That since, my numbers are so cold, When Love is fled, and I grow old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CELL, SELECTION by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 126: THE DOUBTING MAN by LYN HEJINIAN WAKING THE MORNING DREAMLESS AFTER LONG SLEEP by JANE HIRSHFIELD COMPULSIVE QUALIFICATIONS by RICHARD HOWARD DEUTSCH DURCH FREUD by RANDALL JARRELL LET THEM ALONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON |
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