THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
XVII
My flocks feed not,
My ewes breed not,
My rams speed not,
All is amiss:
Love's denying,
Faith's defying,
Heart's renying, ...
In black mourn I,
All fears scorn I,
Love hath forlorn me,
Living in thrall:
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing,
O cruel ...
My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal;
My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd
Plays...
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not Forth their dye;
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all slee...
All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All...
Farewell, sweet lass,
Thy like ne'er was
For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Poor Corydon Must live alone;
Othe...
Amiss Not quite right; inappropriate or out of place.
Jigs A lively dance with leaping movements.
Wot Have knowledge
Fickl...
LITERARY DEVICES
PERSONIFICATION
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not Forth their
dye;
Her...
LITERARY DEVICES
CONSONANCE
“Love is lost”
LITERARY DEVICES
ALLITERATION
“Frowning fortune”
“lady’s love is lost”
“merry meetings”
LITERARY DEVICES
APOSTROPHE
The sweet lass
LITERARY DEVICES
ALLUSION
Corydon
LITERARY DEVICES
SYMBOLS
My flocks feed not,
My ewes breed not,
My rams speed not,
All is amiss:
Love's denying,
Faith's defying,
Heart's renying, ...
In black mourn I,
All fears scorn I,
Love hath forlorn me,
Living in thrall:
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing,
O cruel ...
My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal;
My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd
Plays...
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not Forth their dye;
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all slee...
All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All...
Farewell, sweet lass,
Thy like ne'er was
For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Poor Corydon Must live alone;
Othe...
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Passionate Pilgrim XVII

  1. 1. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM XVII
  2. 2. My flocks feed not, My ewes breed not, My rams speed not, All is amiss: Love's denying, Faith's defying, Heart's renying, Causer of this. All my merry jigs are quite forgot, All my lady's love is lost, God wot: Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, There a nay is placed without remove. One silly cross Wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! For now I see Inconstancy More in women than in men remain.
  3. 3. In black mourn I, All fears scorn I, Love hath forlorn me, Living in thrall: Heart is bleeding, All help needing, O cruel speeding, Fraughted with gall.
  4. 4. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal; My wether's bell rings doleful knell; My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd Plays not at all, but seems afraid; My sighs so deep Procure to weep, In howling wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound Through heartless ground, Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
  5. 5. Clear wells spring not, Sweet birds sing not, Green plants bring not Forth their dye; Herds stand weeping, Flocks all sleeping, Nymphs back peeping Fearfully:
  6. 6. All our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry meetings on the plains, All our evening sport from us is fled, All our love is lost, for Love is dead
  7. 7. Farewell, sweet lass, Thy like ne'er was For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan: Poor Corydon Must live alone; Other help for him I see that there is none.
  8. 8. Amiss Not quite right; inappropriate or out of place. Jigs A lively dance with leaping movements. Wot Have knowledge Fickle Changing frequently, esp. as regards one's loyalties, interests, or affection. Thrall A slave, servant, or captive. Fraughted Filled with or destined to result in (something undesirable). Gall Annoyance; irritation. Knell The sound of a bell, esp. when rung solemnly for a death or funeral. Curtail Reduce in extent or quantity; restrict. Swains A young lover or suitor. Corydon A shepherd VOCABULARY
  9. 9. LITERARY DEVICES PERSONIFICATION Clear wells spring not, Sweet birds sing not, Green plants bring not Forth their dye; Herds stand weeping, Flocks all sleeping,
  10. 10. LITERARY DEVICES CONSONANCE “Love is lost”
  11. 11. LITERARY DEVICES ALLITERATION “Frowning fortune” “lady’s love is lost” “merry meetings”
  12. 12. LITERARY DEVICES APOSTROPHE The sweet lass
  13. 13. LITERARY DEVICES ALLUSION Corydon
  14. 14. LITERARY DEVICES SYMBOLS
  15. 15. My flocks feed not, My ewes breed not, My rams speed not, All is amiss: Love's denying, Faith's defying, Heart's renying, Causer of this. All my merry jigs are quite forgot, All my lady's love is lost, God wot: Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, There a nay is placed without remove. One silly cross Wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! For now I see Inconstancy More in women than in men remain.
  16. 16. In black mourn I, All fears scorn I, Love hath forlorn me, Living in thrall: Heart is bleeding, All help needing, O cruel speeding, Fraughted with gall.
  17. 17. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal; My wether's bell rings doleful knell; My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd Plays not at all, but seems afraid; My sighs so deep Procure to weep, In howling wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound Through heartless ground, Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
  18. 18. Clear wells spring not, Sweet birds sing not, Green plants bring not Forth their dye; Herds stand weeping, Flocks all sleeping, Nymphs back peeping Fearfully:
  19. 19. All our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry meetings on the plains, All our evening sport from us is fled, All our love is lost, for Love is dead
  20. 20. Farewell, sweet lass, Thy like ne'er was For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan: Poor Corydon Must live alone; Other help for him I see that there is none.

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