Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET (2), by PHILIPPE DESPORTES First Line: Whilste all on fyre victorius rome blazed Last Line: Shee singes those plaintes that I weepinge do write. Subject(s): Rome, Italy | ||||||||
Whilste all on fyre victorius Rome blazed wastinge her stately frontes to pale asshes And that the wretched Romaynes amasede with clamorous showtes wayled their losses Nero insatiable off Crueltye gasinge from hye theratt laughedd for Joye And to recorde his hatefull Tyrannye tryumphantlye sange the burnynge off Troye Even so the mercyleste this day that lyvethe to see my harte flamynge fyndes Contentment To heare mee sorrowe alas shee smylethe her fayre Eyes glorye moste in my tormente And shewinge her Rigor to the worldes sighte Shee singes those plaintes that I weepinge do write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS ROMAN ELEGIES by JOSEPH BRODSKY ROMAN DIARY: 1951 by JOHN CIARDI VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE ROMANESQUE ARCHES by TOMAS TRANSTROMER AN APARTMENT WITH A VIEW by JOHN CIARDI MANIFEST DESTINY by JORIE GRAHAM RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY OF A FOUNTAYNE by PHILIPPE DESPORTES |
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