"THEY called it Annandale--and I was there To flourish, to find words, and to attend: Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend, I watched him; and the sight was not so fair As one or two that I have seen elsewhere: An apparatus not for me to mend-- A wreck, with hell between him and the end, Remained of Annandale; and I was there. "I knew the ruin as I knew the man; So put the two together, if you can, Remembering the worst you know of me. Now view yourself as I was, on the spot-- With a slight kind of engine. Do you see? Like this ... You wouldn't hang me? I thought not." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MODERN LOVE: 30 by GEORGE MEREDITH EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH PORTRAIT BY PICHER by FRANCES BAKER A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON CARCASSONNE (SUGGESTED BY LORD DUNSANY'S STORY) by BERTON BRALEY |