Epigram Xv. Poem by Robert Nugent
Epigram Xv.
To Clarissa.
Why like a tyrant wilt thou reign,
When thou may'st rule the willing mind?
Can the poor pride of giving pain
Repay the joys that wait the kind?
I curse my fond enduring heart,
Which scorn'd presumes not to be free,
Condemn'd to feel a double smart,
To hate myself, and burn for thee.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: giving,pride,smart
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