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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION, by JOHN KEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The church bells toll a melancholy round Last Line: And many glories of immortal stamp. Subject(s): Superstition | |||
THE church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, More hearkening to the sermon's horrid sound. Surely the mind of man is closely bound In some black spell; seeing that each one tears Himself from fireside joys, and Lydian airs, And converse high of those with glory crown'd. Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,-- A chill as from a tomb, did I not know That they are dying like an outburnt lamp; That 'tis their sighing, wailing ere they go Into oblivion;--that fresh flowers will grow, And many glories of immortal stamp. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WISH I WAS BY THAT DIM LAKE by THOMAS MOORE THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY REMEMBRANCE by ELIZABETH M. COOPER THE TRIUMPH OF SUPERSTITION, RAPHAEL AND IANTHE by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL SUPERSTITION by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER CHORUS OF TARTARS by FULKE GREVILLE HONEYMOON TIME AT AN INN by THOMAS HARDY THE GREEN ISLES OF OCEAN by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS |
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