THOU heaven-threat'ning rock, gentler than she! Since of my pain Thou still more sensible wilt be, Only when thou giv'st leave but to complain--- @3Echo.@1 Complain. But thou dost answer too, although in vain Thou answer'st when thou canst no pity show. @3Echo.@1 Oh. What, canst thou speak, and pity too? Then yet a further favour do, And tell if of my griefs I any end shall know. @3Echo.@1 No. Sure she will pity him that loves her so truly. @3Echo.@1 You lie. Vile rock, thou now grow'st so unruly, That hadst thou life as thou hast voice, Thou shouldst die at my foot. @3Echo.@1 Die at my foot. Thou canst not make me do 't, Unless thou leave it to my choice, Who thy hard sentence shall fulfil, When thou shalt say I die to please her only will. @3Echo.@1 I will. When she comes hither, then, I pray thee tell Thou art my monument, and this my last farewell. @3Echo.@1 Well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS INVITATION by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE DARK VISITOR by ANNE MILLAY BREMER A STRICTURE ON BISHOP WARBURTON'S DOCTRINE OF GRACE by JOHN BYROM |