THOU heaven-threat'ning rock, gentler than she! Since of my pain Thou still more sensible wilt be, Only when thou giv'st leave but to complain--- @3Echo.@1 Complain. But thou dost answer too, although in vain Thou answer'st when thou canst no pity show. @3Echo.@1 Oh. What, canst thou speak, and pity too? Then yet a further favour do, And tell if of my griefs I any end shall know. @3Echo.@1 No. Sure she will pity him that loves her so truly. @3Echo.@1 You lie. Vile rock, thou now grow'st so unruly, That hadst thou life as thou hast voice, Thou shouldst die at my foot. @3Echo.@1 Die at my foot. Thou canst not make me do 't, Unless thou leave it to my choice, Who thy hard sentence shall fulfil, When thou shalt say I die to please her only will. @3Echo.@1 I will. When she comes hither, then, I pray thee tell Thou art my monument, and this my last farewell. @3Echo.@1 Well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS MY SISTER'S SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 4. AFFECTED INDIFFERENCE by MARK AKENSIDE A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE POET'S SHIELD by ARCHILOCHUS |