Let me not know how sins and sorrows glide Along the sombre city of our rage, Or why the sons of men are heavy-eyed. Let me not know, except from printed page, The pain of bitter love, of baffled pride, Or sickness shadowing with a long presage. Let me not know, since happy some have died Quickly in youth or quietly in age, How faint, how loud the bravest hearts have cried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG PHANTOM OR FACT; A DIALOGUE IN VERSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPIGRAM ON HIS GARDEN SHED (2) by WILLIAM COWPER MUNDUS MOROSUS (THE WORLD MOROSE) by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER |