Book IV. Ode I. to Venus. by Alexander Pope — Love Poetry Lines
Again? new tumults in my breast? Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas! the man As in the gentle reign of my Queen Anne. Ah, sound no more thy soft alarms, Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms. Mother too fierce of dear desires! Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires, To Number Five direct your doves, There spread round Murray all your blooming loves Noble and young, who strikes the heart With every sprightly, every decent part;
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"Again? new tumults in my breast?..."
"Book IV. Ode I. to Venus." by Alexander Pope is a love and deep and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 48 lines. This English poem by Alexander Pope demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Again? new tumults in my breast? Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest!...", this piece explores themes of love and deep and inspirational and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Alexander Pope'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.