|
|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 1, 27, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography
First Line: So to the mind long brooding but on it
Last Line: That rises salt and freshens to the sea.
First Line: So to the mind long brooding but on it
Last Line: That rises salt and freshens to the sea.
So to the mind long brooding but on it
A haunting theme for anger, joy, or tears,
With ardent eyes, not what we think appears;
But hunted home, behold! its opposite.
Worn sorrow breaking in disastrous mirth,
And wild tears wept of laughter, like the drops
Shook by the trampling thunder to the earth;
And each seems either, or but a counterfeit
Of that it would dissemble: hopes are fears
And love is woe: nor here the discord stops;
But through all human life runs the account,
Born into pain and ending bitterly--
Yet sweet perchance, betweentime, like a fount
That rises salt and freshens to the sea.
Other Poems of Interest...
A LATTER-DAY SAINT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
A SAMPLE OF COFFEE BEANS by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ANYBODY'S CRITIC by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
APRIL by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AS SOMETIMES IN A GROVE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
CORALIE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ELIDORE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
G.D.W. by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
GUNHILDA by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN TO THE VIRGIN by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN WRITTEN FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CEMETERY by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN