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The Rape of the Lock is a parody of an epic poem, of course. Its tongue is firmly in its cheek, and it might not be appropriate. Also, its language is very dense. Here are the first two stanzae from Canto I:
What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing-This verse to CARYL, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve, my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred Lord t'assault a gentle Belle?
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle Belle reject a Lord?
In tasks so bold, can little Men engage,
And in soft Bosoms, dwell such mighty Rage?
Found that here: http://www-unix.oit.umass.edu/~sconstan/
And here's stanza 1 of Canto 1 of Spencer's The Faerie Queene:
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
But one of the best poems about loss that I know is The Pearl, by the author who wrote Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. He is mourning the loss of his own daughter in the poem. This is the first stanza, in which the pearl is a metaphor for his daughter:
Pearl, pleasant to a prince's pleasure,
To cleanly enclose in gold so clear,
Out of the Orient, I boldly say,
None ever proved her precious peer.
So round, so right in each array,
So small, so smooth her sleek sides were;
Whenever I judged gems so gay
I set her singly in singularity.
Alas! I lost her in an herb garden--
Through grass to ground it from me got!
I dwindled, done in by love-distress
For that prize pearl without a spot.
BTW, I found all of these with a few seconds' search on Google, so I recommend it if you're looking for something specific.
TWK
What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs,
What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things,
I sing-This verse to CARYL, Muse! is due;
This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view:
Slight is the Subject, but not so the Praise,
If She inspire, and He approve, my Lays.
Say what strange Motive, Goddess! cou'd compel
A well-bred Lord t'assault a gentle Belle?
Oh say what stranger Cause, yet unexplor'd,
Cou'd make a gentle Belle reject a Lord?
In tasks so bold, can little Men engage,
And in soft Bosoms, dwell such mighty Rage?
Found that here: http://www-unix.oit.umass.edu/~sconstan/
And here's stanza 1 of Canto 1 of Spencer's The Faerie Queene:
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde,
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde;
Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield:
His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
But one of the best poems about loss that I know is The Pearl, by the author who wrote Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. He is mourning the loss of his own daughter in the poem. This is the first stanza, in which the pearl is a metaphor for his daughter:
Pearl, pleasant to a prince's pleasure,
To cleanly enclose in gold so clear,
Out of the Orient, I boldly say,
None ever proved her precious peer.
So round, so right in each array,
So small, so smooth her sleek sides were;
Whenever I judged gems so gay
I set her singly in singularity.
Alas! I lost her in an herb garden--
Through grass to ground it from me got!
I dwindled, done in by love-distress
For that prize pearl without a spot.
BTW, I found all of these with a few seconds' search on Google, so I recommend it if you're looking for something specific.
TWK