Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THOUGHTS DURING SICKNESS: 3. RETZSCH'S DESIGN OF THE ANGELS OF DEATH, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Well might thine awful image thus arise Last Line: So fast around my soul, it cannot spring to thee! Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Death; Sickness; Dead, The; Illness | ||||||||
WELL might thine awful image thus arise With that high calm upon thy regal brow, And the deep, solemn sweetness in those eyes, Unto the glorious artist! Who but thou The fleeting forms of beauty can endow For him with permanence? who make those gleams Of brighter life, that colour his lone dreams, Immortal things? Let others trembling bow, Angel of Death! before thee; -- not to those Whose spirits with Eternal Truth repose, Art thou a fearful shape! And oh! for me, How full of welcome would thine aspect shine, Did not the cords of strong affection twine So fast around my soul, it cannot spring to thee! | 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 A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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