Who is it seeks my pillow nights? With plain inspecting face, "Did you, or did you not?" to ask, 'Tis Conscience, childhood's nurse. With martial hand she strokes the hair Upon my wincing head, "All rogues shall have their part in" -- What -- The Phosphorus of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE WILDERNESS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WEST END FAIR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNKNOWN HAND by CLIFFORD BAX ECHOES OF SPRING: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 46. FAREWELL TO JULIET (8) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE HOPELESS PASSION by BERTON BRALEY EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS by ROBERT BURNS |