I dislikt but even now; Now I love I know not how. Was I idle, and that while Was I fier'd with a smile? Ile too work, or pray; and then I shall quite dislike agen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF EXPERIENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE AFTER THE LAST BREATH (J.H. 1813-1904) by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |