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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To fix her! - 'twere a task as vain Last Line: Twas destiny that forged the chain. | |||
TO fix her, -- 'twere a task as vain To count the April drops of rain, To sow in Afric's barren soil, -- Or tempests hold within a toil. I know it, friend, she's light as air, False as the fowler's artful snare, Inconstant as the passing wind, As winter's dreary frost unkind. She's such a miser too, in love, Its joys she'll neither share nor prove; Though hundreds of gallants await From her victorious eyes their fate. Blushing at such inglorious reign, I sometimes strive to break her chain; My reason summon to my aid, Resolved no more to be betray'd. Ah, friend! 'tis but a short-lived trance, Dispell'd by one enchanting glance; She need but look, and I confess Those looks completely curse, or bless. So soft, so elegant, so fair, Sure, something more than human's there; I must submit, for strife is vain, 'Twas destiny that forged the chain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND by TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT TO LEVEN WATER by TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POETASTER: SONG (4) by BEN JONSON CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |
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