Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 10, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As in the hostel by the bridge, I sate Last Line: With ineffectual ardour sought to rise. Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Night; Bedtime | ||||||||
AS in the hostel by the bridge, I sate Mailed with indifference fondly deemed complete And (O strange chance, more sorrowful than sweet) The counterfeit of her that was my fate, Dressed in like vesture, graceful and sedate, Went quietly up the vacant village street, The still small sound of her most dainty feet Shook, like a trumpet blast, my soul's estate. Instant revolt ran riot through my brain; And all night long, thereafter, hour by hour, The pageant of dead love before my eyes Went proudly; and old hopes broke loose again From the restraint of wisely temperate power, With ineffectual ardour sought to rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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