Distracted with care, For Phillis the fair; Since nothing could move her, Poor Damon, her lover, Resolves in despair No longer to languish, Nor bear so much anguish; But, mad with his love, To a precipice goes; Where, a leap from above Would soon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting, That a lover forsaken A new love may get; But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And, that he could die Whenever he would; But, that he could live But as long as he could; How grievous soever The torment might grow, He scorn'd to endeavour To finish it so. But bold, unconcern'd At thoughts of the pain, He calmly return'd To his cottage again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS CUMNOR HALL by WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE ROSE I GREW by JULIA S. ANDERSON TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A WOMAN'S ANSWER TO THE VAMPIRE by FELICIA BLAKE |