Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE TO THE POPPY, by HENRIETTA O'NEILL First Line: Not for the promise of the laboured field Last Line: Burst these terrestrial bonds, and other regions try. Alternate Author Name(s): Boyle, Henrietta Subject(s): Poppies | ||||||||
NOT for the promise of the laboured field, Not for the good the yellow harvests yield, I bend at Ceres' shrine; For dull, to humid eyes, appear The golden glories of the year, Alas! -- a melancholy worship's mine. I hail the goddess for her scarlet flower! Thou brilliant weed, That does so far exceed The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow: Heedless I passed thee, in life's morning hour, Thou comforter of woe, Till sorrow taught me to confess thy power. In early days, when Fancy cheats, A varied wreath I wove Of laughing Spring's luxuriant sweets, To deck ungrateful Love: The rose, or thorn, my labours crowned, As Venus smiled, or Venus frowned; But Love, and Joy, and all their train, are flown; E'en languid Hope no more is mine, And I will sing of thee alone, Unless, perchance, the attributes of Grief, The cypress bud, and willow leaf, Their pale funereal foliage blend with thine. Hail, lovely blossom! -- thou canst ease The wretched victims of Disease; Canst close those weary eyes in gentle sleep, Which never open but to weep; For, oh! thy potent charm Can agonizing Pain disarm; Expel imperious Memory from her seat, And bid the throbbing heart forget to beat. Soul-soothing plant! that can such blessings give, By thee the mourner bears to live! By thee the hopeless die! Oh! ever 'friendly to despair,' Might Sorrow's pallid votary dare, Without a crime, that remedy implore, Which bids the spirit from its bondage fly, I'd court thy palliative aid no more; No more I'd sue that thou shouldst spread Thy spell around my aching head, But would conjure thee to impart Thy balsam for a broken heart; And by thy soft Lethean power, Inestimable flower, Burst these terrestrial bonds, and other regions try. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINE BLACK POPPIES FOR CHAC by NORMAN DUBIE SAINTS' POPPIES by DAVID BAKER SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON POPPIES IN JULY by SYLVIA PLATH POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 3. ARBOR VITAE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |
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