Oh! for imperial Polydanna's art, Which to bright Helen was in Egypt taught, To mix with magic power the oblivious draught Of force to staunch the bleeding of the heart, And to Care's wan and hollow cheek impart The smile of happy youth, uncursed with thought. Potent indeed the charm that could appease Affection's ceaseless anguish, doomed to weep O'er the cold grave; or yield even transient ease By soothing busy Memory to sleep! -Around me those who surely must have tried Some charm of equal power, I daily see, But still to me Oblivion is denied, There's no Nepenthe, now, in earth for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THRENODY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNET: 36 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE PASSING BELL by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD TO MARY SINTON LEITCH, POET AND FRIEND by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |