FAREWELL, Bristolia's dingy piles of brick, Lovers of mammon, worshippers of trick! Ye spurned the boy who gave you antique lays, And paid for learning with your empty praise. Farewell, ye guzzling aldermanic fools, By nature fitted for curruption's tools! I go to where celestial anthems swell; But you, when you depart, will sink to hell. Farewell, my mother! -- cease, my anguished soul, Nor let distraction's billows o'er me roll! Have mercy, Heaven! when here I cease to live, And this last act of wretchedness forgive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM' by THOMAS HARDY A REQUIEM FOR SOLDIERS LOST IN OCEAN TRANSPORTS by HERMAN MELVILLE A FARMHOUSE DIRGE by ALFRED AUSTIN CHARACTERS: MRS. FENTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |