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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EXCUSE FOR SO MUCH WRIT UPON MY VERSES, by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH Poet's Biography First Line: Condemn me not for making such a coyle [coil] Last Line: Thus write I much, to hinder all disgrace. Alternate Author Name(s): Newcastle, Duchess Of; Lucas, Margaret Variant Title(s): An Apology For Writing So Much Upon This Book Subject(s): Books; Writing & Writers; Reading | |||
Condemne me not for making such a coyle About my Book, alas it is my Childe. Just like a Bird, when her Young are in Nest, Goes in, and out, and hops, and takes no Rest; But when their Young are fledg'd, their heads out peep, Lord what a chirping does the Old one keep. So I, for feare my Strengthlesse Childe should fall Against a doore, or stoole, aloud I call, Bid have a care of such a dangerous place: Thus write I much, to hinder all disgrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE ILLUSTRATION?ÇÖA FOOTNOTE by DENISE LEVERTOV FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL POETRY MACHINES by CATE MARVIN LENDING LIBRARY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY NATURES COOK by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH |
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