Oh, Fortune! how thy restless wavering state Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit! Witness this present prison, whither fate Could bear me, and the joys I quit: Thou causedest the guilty to be loos'd From bands, wherein are innocents inclos'd: Causing the guiltless to be strait reserv'd, And freeing those that death had well deserv'd. But by her envy can be nothing wrought, So God send to my foes all they have thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLOWER-GATHERING by ROBERT FROST TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE SIR GALAHAD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by BERNARD BARTON |