Why do I live to loathe the cheerful day, To shun the smiles of Fame, and mark the hours On tardy pinions move, while ceaseless showers Down my wan cheek in lucid currents stray? My tresses all unbound, nor gems display, Nor scents Arabian! on my path no flowers Imbibe the morn's resuscitating powers, For one blank sorrow, saddens all my way! As slow the radiant sun of reason rose, Through tears my dying parents saw it shine; A brother's frailties, swelled the tide of woes, -- And, keener far, maternal griefs were mine! Phaon! if soon these weary eyes shall close, Oh! must that task, that mournful task, be thine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR MARSYAS by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON |