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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 14, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they be Last Line: Poor cupid sits and blows his nails for cold. Subject(s): Love - Complaints | |||
Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they be; The kindly heat unto my heart is flown, To cherish it that is dismaid by thee, Who art so cruel and unsteadfast grown: For nature, called for by distressed hearts, Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts. But they whose cheeks with careless blood are stained, Nurse not one spark of love within their hearts, And, when they woo, they speak with passion feigned, For their fat love lies in their outward parts: But in their breasts, where love his court should hold, Poor Cupid sits and blows his nails for cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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