Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHTMARE ABBEY: SONG BY MR. CYPRESS, by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK Poet's Biography First Line: There is a fever of the spirit Last Line: The soul is its own monument. | ||||||||
THERE is a fever of the spirit, The brand of Cain's unresting doom, Which in the lone dark souls that bear it Glows like the lamp in Tullia's tomb. Unlike the lamp, its subtle fire Burns, blasts, consumes its cell, the heart. Till, one by one, hope, joy, desire, Like dreams of shadowy smoke depart. When hope, love, life itself, are only Dust--spectral memories--dead and cold-- The unfed fire burns bright and lonely, Like that undying lamp of old; And by that drear illumination, Till time its clay-built home has rent, Thought broods on feeling's desolation-- The soul is its own monument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK LLYN-Y-DREIDDIAD-VRAWD (THE POOL OF THE DIVING FRIAR) by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK MARGARET LOVE PEACOCK; THREE YEARS OLD by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK NEWARK ABBEY. AUGUST 1842, WITH REMINISCENCE OF AUGUST 1807 by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK NIGHTMARE ABBEY: THE MEN OF GOTHAM by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK SIR PETER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT |
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