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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DAMON, by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON First Line: Cease, damon, cease, I'll hear no more Last Line: These servile wheedling tricks will ne'er prevail. | |||
Cease, Damon, cease, I'll hear no more; Your fulsome flattery give o'er; I scorn this mean fallacious art By which you'd steal, not win, my heart: In me it never can compassion move, And sooner will aversion raise than love. If you to love would me incline, Assert the man, forbear to whine; Let time and plain sincerity And faithful love your pleaders be; For trust me, Damon, if those fail, These servile wheedling tricks will ne'er prevail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTENTED MIND by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON ON BEAU NASH'S PICTURE AT BATH by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON TO PHILOTINUS by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY SONNET: 129 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 32. AL-KHABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD RAINY SEASON by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL |
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