ADIEU thys is no cheape ayre Tis my soules selfe I thus breathe awaye Sorrow doth its place supply It kils but gives no leave to dy. Greife wh. from hence did my life fyrst expell Hear an usurping soule doth dwell And I am long lived now how free from fate Alas is hee whom woe doth animate Disraye is of hys syde, ruinn doth fitt The house to give that soule more roome in itt | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM DEAD MAN'S DUMP by ISAAC ROSENBERG FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |