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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 282, by LUIS DE CAMOENS Poet's Biography First Line: Wrapt in sad musings, by euphrates' stream Last Line: The mourner's cure is not to sing -- but die. Alternate Author Name(s): Camoes, Luis De; Camoens, Luiz Vaz De Subject(s): Grief; Death | |||
WRAPT in sad musings, by Euphrates' stream I sat, retracing days for ever flown, While rose thine image on the exile's dream, O much-loved Salem! and thy glories gone: When they, who caused the ceaseless tears I shed, Thus to their captive spoke, -- "Why sleep thy lays? "Sing of thy treasures lost, thy splendour fled, "And all thy triumphs in departed days! "Know'st thou not, Harmony's resistless charm "Can soothe each passion, and each grief disarm? "Sing then, and tears will vanish from thine eye." With sighs I answered, -- When the cup of woe Is filled, till misery's bitter draught o'erflow, The mourner's cure is not to sing -- but die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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