Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND], by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven Last Line: Words without thought never to heaven go. Subject(s): Prayer | ||||||||
The King. O, my offence is rank, it smells to Heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaven To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? "Forgive me my foul murder?" That cannot be: since I am still possessed Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition and my queen. May one be pardoned and retain the offence In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 't is seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: but 't is not so above; There is no shuffling there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compelled, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make away! Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well. [Retires and kneels.] -------------------------------------------- King (rising). My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without thought never to heaven go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN LISTEN, LORD: A PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A PRAYER FOR THE FUTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DIFFERENT WAYS TO PRAY by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE PRAYER DURING A TIME MY SON IS HAVING SEIZURES by SHARON OLDS WE WHO PRAYED AND WEPT by WENDELL BERRY PRAYERS AND SAYINGS OF THE MAD FARMER by WENDELL BERRY AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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