Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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XLIII.
Urge me no more, for know within this breastThere is a gloomy and eternal void,
Dark, undefined, uncertain, unemployed,
With light unvisited, with joy unblest;
An ill so strange, it cannot be exprest,
Except by him, who, ever at his side,
Beheld a fearful chasm still yawning wide,
Grave of his peace, and bane of all his rest!
Urge me no more; 'tis not for me to smile,
Whom leagued mis'ries ever mock and goad;
Whom quiet maddens; pleasure discontents;
Whose pain, nor wit, nor beauty, can beguile;
Whose wearied spirits just can bear the load
Of life, without its cumb'rous ornaments!
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