Away feare with thy projectes, noe false fyre, which thou doest make, can ought my courage quaile or cause mee leward come, or strike my sayle; what if the world doe frowne att my retyre, what if denyall dash my wish'd desire and purblind pitty doe my state bewaile and wonder cross it selfe, and free speech raile and greatnes take it not, and death shew nigher? Tell them, my Soule, the feares that make mee quake: the smoldering brimstone, and the burning lake, life feeding Death, Death ever life devowring, tormentes not moved, unheard, yett still roaring, God lost, hell fownd: ever, never begune: now bidd me into flame from smoake to runne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA-BIRDS by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN TWICE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BOOK OF GOD by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE BELOVED STRANGER, SELECTIONS by WITTER BYNNER THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MILLER'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER CINQUAIN: CATERPILLAR by KENNETH CHING |