Horace to Pyrrha

Horace to Pyrrha by Eugene Field

The poem explores the theme of unrequited love and the pain it brings. The speaker describes his longing for Pyrrha, comparing her to a flower that has been plucked and can never be restored to its original beauty. He laments that he cannot have her, and that she is now lost to him forever.

By Eugene Field · First published 1897 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romanticism, Elegy · 149 words

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What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet? For whom do you bind up your tresses, As spun-gold yellow, -- Meshes that go, with your caresses, To snare a fellow?

How will he rail at fate capricious, And curse you duly! Yet now he deems your wiles delicious, _You_ perfect, truly! Pyrrha, your love's a treacherous ocean; He'll soon fall in there! Then shall I gloat on his commotion, For _I_ have been there!

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Ancient Greece · Philosophy · Epistolary · Satire · Humor · Wit · Irony · Classical allusions · Poetic license · Whimsical · Lighthearted · Playful

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