These plaintive verses, the Posts of my desire,
Which haste for succour to her slow regard:
Bear not report of any slender fire,
Forging a grief to win a fame's reward.
Nor are my passions limn'd for outward hue,
For that no colors can depaint my sorrows;
Delia herself and all the world may view
Best in my face, how cares hath till'd deep forrows.
No Bays I seek to deck my mourning brow,
O clear-eyed Rector of the holy Hill;
My humble accents crave the Olive bough,
Of her mild pity and relenting will.
These lines I use t'unburden mine own heart;
My love affects no fame nor 'steems of art.
Sonnet Iv: These Plaintive Verses
Samuel Daniel
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Poem topics: fire, grief, heart, world, desire, deep, clear, face, olive, humble, holy, view, slow, reward, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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