WOULD, Mother, thou couldst hear me tell How oft, amid my brief career, For sins and follies loved too well, Hath fallen the free, repentant tear. And, in the waywardness of youth, How better thoughts have given to me Contempt for error, love for truth, 'Mid sweet remembrances of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK THE FOUNTAIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS TWELVE ARTICLES by JONATHAN SWIFT LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |