Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITHALAMION: 8. FEASTS AND REVELLS, by JOHN DONNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: But you are over-blest. Plenty this day Last Line: A sunset to these weary eyes, a center to this heart. Subject(s): Wedding Song; Epithalamium | ||||||||
But you are over-blest. Plenty this day Injures; it causeth time to stay; The tables groane, as though this feast Would, as the flood, destroy all fowle and beast. And were the doctrine new That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true; For every part to dance and revell goes. They tread the ayre, and fal not where they rose. Though six houres since, the Sunne to bed did part, The masks and banquets will not yet impart A sunset to these weary eyes, A Center to this heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM FOR A WEDDING by GLYN MAXWELL BRIDAL SONG by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE |
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