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RulesThis is a discussion on Poem By Sir Walter Raleigh within the English Poet's Club forums, part of the English Poetry category; A Farewell to False Love Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An ...
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06-27-2008, 10:28 AM
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A Farewell to False Love Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, A way of error, a temple full of treason, In all effects contrary unto reason. A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers As moisture lend to every grief that grows; A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait. A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud that runs before the wind, A substance like the shadow of the sun, A goal of grief for which the wisest run. A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retreat of sorrow and despair, An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems. Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since] And for my faith ingratitude I find; And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed] Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature] False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.                  |
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06-28-2008, 06:54 AM
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wahh ! kya likhte ho wahh wahh urdu poetry chod kar aap english poetry me kab se aa gayi
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06-30-2008, 12:10 PM
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Poem By Sir Walter Raleigh 
