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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNDER FIRE, by ANNA MAY DUDLEY First Line: Now has love wrought a fever in my veins Last Line: With his own weapons, will I love ensnare. | |||
Now has love wrought a fever in my veins And when I would be here, I would be there, And would I rest, no rest for me remains. This gown, or that, I know not what to wear. What, must I to love's tyranny confess? A pother on it all! I will not thus That love, who was my erstwhile friend, no less, Should me besiege with senses amorous. For this offense, I will inflict, I swear, Such wounds as he cannot in truth deny! I'll feign indifference, or he forbear, And weave the while a potent spell thereby Shall him disarm; then taken unaware, With his own weapons, will I love ensnare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT BEAUTIFUL EN MASSE by ANNA MAY DUDLEY THE SOPHISTICATES by ANNA MAY DUDLEY THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT |
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