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Sonnet XXII: Love, Banish'd Heav'n by Michael Drayton

By Michael Drayton

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari

Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn, Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary, And wanting friends, though of a Goddess born, Yet crav'd the alms of such as passed by. I, like a man devout and charitable, Clothed the naked, lodg'd this wand'ring guest, With sighs and tears still furnishing his table With what might make the miserable blest. But this ungrateful, for my good desert, Entic'd my thoughts against me to conspire, Who gave consent to steal away my heart, And set my breast, his lodging, on a fire.

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"Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn,..."

"Sonnet XXII: Love, Banish'd Heav'n" by Michael Drayton is a sad and love 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 "Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn, Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love 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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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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