CRUEL Cerinthus! does the fell disease Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain, That I might live for love and you again: But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate; By death alone I can avoid your hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH THE MAY QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON JANUARY MORNING by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |