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Sonnet XLII: Some Men There Be by Michael Drayton

By Michael Drayton

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, nature-poetry

Some men there be which like my method well And much commend the strangeness of my vein; Some say I have a passing pleasing strain; Some say that im my humor I excel; Some, who not kindly relish my conceit, They say, as poets do, I use to feign, And in bare words paint out my passion's pain. Thus sundry men their sundry words repeat; I pass not, I, how men affected be, Nor who commends or discommends my verse; It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse, And in my lines if she my love may see.

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"Some men there be which like my method well..."

"Sonnet XLII: Some Men There Be" by Michael Drayton is a sad and love and nature english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Michael Drayton demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Some men there be which like my method well And much commend the strangeness of my vein;...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Michael Drayton'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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About Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) was an English poet whose "Poly-Olbion" (1612–1622) is a vast topographical poem describing the landscape and legends of England and Wales. His sonnet "Since there's no help" is among the finest of the Elizabethan era.

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