I. OH no, oh no! it cannot be that I So long condemn'd to die Should fool myself with hopes of a reprieve From her that read my destiny; She with her basilisk eyes denounc'd my doom. Why then should I in vain presume, In vain, fond man, to live My disappointments poorly to survive? II. Oh no, oh no! I know the worst on 't now, My sentence pass'd I know, And I no further expectations have My wither'd hopes again should grow. Yet 'tis a satisfaction to be sure I feel the worst I can endure. Oh that she yet would save By her miraculous kindness from the grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE WITCHES' FROLIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ONCE & EVER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |