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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by HENRY CONSTABLE Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: Hope, like the hyaena, coming to be old Last Line: On earth, but love there is no other pleasure. | |||
Hope, like the hyaena, coming to be old, Alters his shape; is turned into Despair. Pity my hoary hopes! Maid of Clear Mould! Think not that frowns can ever make thee fair. What harm is it to kiss, to laugh, to play? Beauty's no blossom, if it be not used. Sweet dalliance keeps the wrinkles long away: Repentance follows them that have refused. To bring you to the knowledge of your good I seek, I sue. O try, and then believe! Each image can be chaste that's carved of wood. You show you live when men you do relieve. Iron with wearing shines. Rust wasteth treasure. On earth, but love there is no other pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAMELUS' SONG TO HIS DIAPHENIA by HENRY CONSTABLE LOVE'S FRANCISCAN by HENRY CONSTABLE TO GOD THE FATHER by HENRY CONSTABLE TO OUR BLESSED LADY (2) by HENRY CONSTABLE TO SAINT CATHERINE by HENRY CONSTABLE TO SAINT MARGARET by HENRY CONSTABLE TO SIR PHILIP SIDNEY'S SOUL by HENRY CONSTABLE THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON |
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