"ILL-FATED BARD!" she cried, "whose lengthening grief Had won the pathos of my lyre's relief, For whom, full oft, I've loiter'd to rehearse In phrenzied mood the deep impassion'd verse, Ill-fated Bard! from each frail hope remove, And shun the certain Suicide of Love: Lean not to me, @3th' impassion'd verse is o'er@1, Which chain'd thy heart, and forced thee to adore: For O! observe where haughty Duty stands, Her form in radiance drest, her eye severe, Eternal Scorpions writhing in her hands, To urge th' offender's @3unavailing@1 tear! Dread Goddess, I obey!— Ah! smoothe thy awful terror-striking brow, Hear and record MATILDA'S sacred vow! Ne'er will I quit th' undeviating @3line@1, Whose SOURCE THOU art, and THOU the LAW DIVINE. The Sun shall be subdued, his system fade, Ere I forsake the path thy FIAT made; Yet grant one soft regretful tear to flow, Prompted by pity for a Lover's woe, O grant @3without@1 REVENGE, one bursting sigh, Ere from his desolating grief I fly— 'Tis past,—Farewell! ANOTHER claims my heart; Then wing thy sinking steps, for here we part, We PART! and listen, for the word is MINE, ANNA MATILDA NEVER CAN BE THINE!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A GARDEN SPOT by PRINGLE BARRET WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786 by SUSANNA BLAMIRE GIVE ME A CHANCE by THOMAS T. BLEWETT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |