Where is my heart, perfidious boy? Give it, ah give it back again! I ask no more for hours of joy, Left but thy arm, and burst my chain. "Fond man the heart we rashly gave She prizes not but won't restore; She passes on from slave to slave -- Go, go; thy heart is thine no more." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LIFE [AND DEATH] by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 29. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE IVORY GATE; LOVE-IN-IDLENESS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |