I. OH no, oh no! it cannot be that I So long condemn'd to die Should fool myself with hopes of a reprieve From her that read my destiny; She with her basilisk eyes denounc'd my doom. Why then should I in vain presume, In vain, fond man, to live My disappointments poorly to survive? II. Oh no, oh no! I know the worst on 't now, My sentence pass'd I know, And I no further expectations have My wither'd hopes again should grow. Yet 'tis a satisfaction to be sure I feel the worst I can endure. Oh that she yet would save By her miraculous kindness from the grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON A STRANGER IN SEYTHOPOLIS by KATHARINE LEE BATES |