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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE SHADOWS: 15, by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) Poet's Biography First Line: From my sick-bed gazing upon the west Last Line: Akin to man's; yet orbed, exhaustless, undefined. | |||
From my sick-bed gazing upon the west, Where all the bright effulgencies of day Lay steeped in sunless vapours, raw and grey, -- Herein (methought) is mournfully exprest The end of false ambitions, sullen doom Of my brave hopes, Promethean desires: Barren and perfumeless, my name expires Like summer-day setting in joyless gloom. Yet faint I not in sceptical dismay, Upheld by the belief that all pure thought Is deathless, perfect: that the truths out-wrought By the laborious mind cannot decay, Being evolutions of that Sovereign Mind Akin to man's; yet orbed, exhaustless, undefined. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 10 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 11 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 12 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 13 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 14 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 16 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |
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