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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CONFESSION, by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM Poet's Biography First Line: There's somewhat on my breast, father Last Line: I've ate and can't digest. Alternate Author Name(s): Ingoldsby, Thomas Subject(s): Food & Eating | |||
THERE'S somewhat on my breast, father, There's somewhat on my breast! The livelong day I sigh, father, And at night I cannot rest. I cannot take my rest, father, Though I would fain do so; A weary weight oppresseth me -- This weary weight of woe! 'Tis not the lack of gold, father, Nor want of worldly gear; My lands are broad, and fair to see, My friends are kind and dear. My kin are leal and true, father, They mourn to see my grief; But, oh! 'tis not a kinsman's hand Can give my heart relief! 'Tis not that Janet's false, father, 'Tis not that she's unkind; Though busy flatterers swarm around, I know her constant mind. 'Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITRESSING IN THE ROOM WITH A THOUSAND MOONS by MATTHEA HARVEY CANDIED YAMS' by TERRANCE HAYES DINNER OF HERBS by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN THE BANQUET SONG by KENNETH KOCH SPLITTING AN ORDER by TED KOOSER EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
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