The Discontent. by Anne Killigrew — Sad Poetry Lines
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let thy Lines rude and unpolisht go, Nor Equal be their Feet, nor Num'rous let them flow. The ruggeder my Measures run when read, They'l livelier paint th'unequal Paths fond Mortals tread. Who when th'are tempted by the smooth Ascents, Which flatt'ring Hope presents, Briskly they clime, and Great Things undertake; But Fatal Voyages, alas, they make: For 'tis not long before their Feet,
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"The Discontent." by Anne Killigrew is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational english poem consisting of 133 lines. This English poem by Anne Killigrew demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Killigrew's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.