pain at fraud, believing in my own principle of joy, that if I would live as I imagine, each difficulty must be turned to my employ; that when I discover its use, nothing is left by which I may refuse my joy, for in my possession is the meaning, and I am of what each meaning consists, giving as its reason that myself exists. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY THE BREAKING by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH by THALIA BELL THE SEVEN WORDS by GEORGE WILLARD BONTE TO W. E. HENLEY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |