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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by ETIENNE DE LA BOETIE First Line: Pardon, love! Pardon master and lord! I vow Last Line: And bravely fought, and stoutly kept the field. | |||
PARDON, Love! pardon master and lord! I vow That of my voice, and verse, and future years, My sobs, and sighs, my doleful cries, and fears, Shall be no other cause, but only thou. Alas! how vengeful fortune mocks me now! Who late made love my mark for laugh and jeers. Now ta'en, I yield; plain my defeat appears. My freedom, too long kept, I disallow. If for its sake thy conquest I delayed, Use me no worse, thy fame thus greater made. If thy first onset caused me not to yield, Think that a conqueror valiant, noble, great, More loves the captive who succumbs, though late, And bravely fought, and stoutly kept the field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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