BEGONE, O thou distracting Care, Partner of Sorrow, and Despair! Thy poison spreads to ev'ry part Of this my poor tormented heart. If it be false, with which of late Thou hast disturb'd my quiet state, Why, to affright me, would'st thou bring So well compos'd a monstrous thing? But if with Truth thou would'st delight, To clear my long deluded sight, Under that veil does falsehood lie, 'Tis Death thou bring'st, not Jealousy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF WENCHES by FRANCOIS VILLON PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT FIRMILIAN; A TRAGEDY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SAY NO MORE OF ME by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD |