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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POESY, by WILLIAM FINLAYSON First Line: O poesy! How often hast thou sooth'd Last Line: And all the vain contempt a scoffing world can show. Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness | |||
O POESY! how often hast thou sooth'd The latent throbbings of a broken heart! How often hath thy heaven-bequeathed art The rugged pathway of my wanderings smooth'd! If, unawares, the bashful crimson steal, In public, o'er my colour-changing cheek, In solitude I consolation feel, And find, with thee, joys many dare not seek! Still may the numbers, rolling on supine, Dispel my mental, melancholy gloom! Thine is the art -- the powerful charm is thine, On desert hills to make an Eden bloom; -- To raise the soul o'er every human woe, And all the vain contempt a scoffing world can show. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS GEORDIE'S MARRIAGE by WILLIAM FINLAYSON |
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