URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill'd with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!
Come, all sad and solemn shows,
That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes!
We convent naught else but woes.
Strong feelings expressed in the England fog of those days, but the Queens of England, the heavy and big Ladies, always appear in the England sky! A Pure feelings Poem.
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" We convent naught else but woes" A great touching poem penned by the master craftsman.
Clamours through the wild! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
William shakespeare is my hero. He inspire me to start writing poetry.