What, have I thus betrayed my liberty? Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave, Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? Or want I sense to feel my misery? Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have? Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, May get no alms but scorn of beggary. Virtue, awake! Beauty but beauty is; I may, I must, I can, I will, I do Leave following that which it is gain to miss. Let her go. Soft but here she comes. Go to, Unkind, I love you not! O me, that eye Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |