O! HOW disorder'd our machine, When contradictions mix! When Nature strikes no less than twelve, And Folly points at six! To mend the movements of your heart, How great is my delight! Gently to wind your morals up And set your hand aright! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRIES by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD IRELAND by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 5; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |