Divine destroyer, pity me no more, Or else more pity me; Give me more love, ah, quickly give me more, Or else more cruelty! For left thus as I am, My heart is ice and flame; And languishing thus I Can neither live nor die! Your glories are eclipsed, and hidden in the grave Of this indifferency; And, Celia, you can neither altars have, Nor I a deity: They are aspects divine That still or smile or shine, Or like th' offended sky Frown death immediately. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS THY BIRTHDAY by CLAUDE A. BARR PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WILLIAM COWPER by WILLIAM BLAKE ODE TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS by THOMAS CAMPBELL HARRY CAREY'S REPLY TO THE LIBELLING GENTRY, ANGRY AT HIS WELFARE by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) |