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TO My Lord Colrane, In Answer to his Complemental Verses sent me under the Name of CLEANOR by Anne Killigrew — Deep Poetry Lines

By Anne Killigrew

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LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay, Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way, Her Fill of Rest resolving to enjoy, Or fancying little worthy her employ. When Noble Cleanors obliging Strains Her, the neglected Lyre to tune, constrains. Confus'd at first, she rais'd her drowsie Head, Ponder'd a while, then pleas'd, forsook her Bed. Survey'd each Line with Fancy richly fraught, Re-read, and then revolv'd them in her Thought. And can it be ? she said, and can it be ? That 'mong the Great Ones I a Poet see ?

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"LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay,..."

"TO My Lord Colrane, In Answer to his Complemental Verses sent me under the Name of CLEANOR" by Anne Killigrew is a deep and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 36 lines. This English poem by Anne Killigrew demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay, Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way,...", this piece explores themes of 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. 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.

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Anne Killigrew is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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