NOW angry Juno sends from Heaven in spite Rivers and Seas, instead of moderate showers: Horror invests the world, and the bright Hours Of Delos' God, are chang'd to dismal Night. So crowds of anxious thoughts on ev'ry side Invade my soul, and through my restless eyes, I shed such streams of tears, my heart e'en tries Death's pangs, whilst I by force in life abide. But the brisk gales, which rising by and by, Where Sol at night in Thetis' lap shall lie, Will make Heaven clear, and drive away the rain. Ah, Cynthia! That the blasts of sighs I vent, Could ease my breast of cloudy discontent, Which still with fresh assaults renews my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LAST MAN: INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE WORLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |