Classic and Contemporary Poetry
R.S.S., by WILLIAM COWPER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: All-worshipped gold! Thou mighty mystery! Last Line: Nor delia can avail to make me blessed. Subject(s): Love; Virtue; Wealth; Riches; Fortunes | ||||||||
ALL-WORSHIPPED Gold! thou mighty mystery! Say by what name shall I address thee rather, Our blessing, or our bane? Without thy aid, The generous pangs of pity but distress The human heart, that fain would feel the bliss Of blessing others; and, enslaved by thee, Far from relieving woes which others feel, Misers oppress themselves. Our blessing then With virtue when possessed; without, our bane. If in my bosom unperceived there lurk The deep-sown seeds of avarice or ambition, Blame me, ye great ones (for I scorn your censure), But let the generous and the good commend me That to my Delia I direct them all, The worthiest object of a virtuous love. Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile From the wild uproar of this busy world, Were it my fate with Delia to retire; With her to wander through the sylvan shade, Each morn, or o'er the moss-imbrowned turf, Where, blessed as the prime parents of mankind In their own Eden, we would envy none; But, greatly pitying whom the world calls happy, Gently spin out the silken thread of life; While from her lips attentive I receive The tenderest dictates of the purest flame, And from her eyes (where soft complacence sits Illumined with the radiant beams of sense) Tranquillity beyond a monarch's reach. Forgive me, Heaven, this only avarice My soul indulges; I confess the crime (If to esteem, to covet such perfection Be criminal). Oh, grant me Delia! grant me wealth! Wealth to alleviate, not increase my wants; And grant me virtue, without which nor wealth Nor Delia can avail to make me blessed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL LIFE IN A LIFE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FOUR POEMS ABOUT JAMAICA: 3. A HAIRPIN TURN ABOVE READING, JAMAICA by WILLIAM MATTHEWS IMAGINE YOURSELF by EVE MERRIAM THE PROPHET by LUCILLE CLIFTON I AM FIFTY-TWO YEARS OLD' by KENNETH REXROTH LAST VISIT TO THE SWIMMING POOL SOVIETS by KENNETH REXROTH PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR AS A YOUNG ANARCHIST by KENNETH REXROTH A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER |
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