Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRITTEN IN SICKNESS, by RALPH WALDO EMERSON Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I bear in youth the sad infirmities Last Line: And bid each awful muse drive the damned harpies hence. Subject(s): Sickness; Illness | ||||||||
I bear in youth the sad infirmities That use to undo the limb & sense of age: It hath pleased Heaven to break the dream of bliss Which lit my onward way with bright presage, And my unserviceable limbs forego The sweet delight I found in fields & farms, On windy hills, whose tops with morning glow, And lakes, smooth mirrors of Aurora's charms. Yet I think on them in the silent night, Still breaks that morn, though dim, to Memory's eye And the firm soul does the pale train defy Of grim Disease, that would her peace affright. Please God, I'll wrap me in mine innocence And bid each awful Muse drive the damned harpies hence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |
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