Wo'd I wooe, and wo'd I winne, Wo'd I well my worke begin? Wo'd I evermore be crown'd With the end that I propound? Wo'd I frustrate, or prevent All Aspects malevolent? Thwart all Wizzards, and with these Dead all black contingencies: Place my words, and all works else In most happy Parallels? All will prosper, if so be I be kist, or blest by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AD PATRIAM by CLINTON SCOLLARD WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE VIKING by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY FALLING STARS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786 by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |