CRUEL Cerinthus! does the fell disease Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain, That I might live for love and you again: But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate; By death alone I can avoid your hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE; ELECTION BALLAD by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |