1 WHAT State of Life can be so blest As Love, that warms a Lover's Breast? Two Souls in one, the same desire To grant the Bliss, and to require! But if in Heav'n a Hell we find, 'Tis all from thee, O Jealousie! Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie, Thou Tyrant of the Mind! 2 All other ills, tho sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect Love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet Hope relieves the Lover's pain: But ah, no Cure but Death we find To set us free From Jealousie: O Jealousie! Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie, Thou Tyrant of the Mind. 3 False in thy Glass all Objects are, Some set too near, and some too far: Thou art the Fire of endless Night The Fire that burns, and gives no Light. All Torments of the Damn'd we find In only thee O Jealousie! Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie Thou Tyrant of the Mind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HISTORY OF A LIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER MAN AND WOMAN GO THROUGH THE CANCER WARD by GOTTFRIED BENN NAMES OF ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY THE DEATH OF A.G.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE A SILVER WEDDING: B.F.B.-E.G.B., 1855-1880 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER ALL SAINTS' DAY (1868) by ADA CAMBRIDGE THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 295 by HAN SHAN CALIFORNIA MADRIGAL ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |