"A thousand Pleasures crowd into his Breast."
— Fitzgerald, Thomas (1695-1752)
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed: And Sold by J. Roberts [etc.]
Date
1736
Metaphor
"A thousand Pleasures crowd into his Breast."
Metaphor in Context
Think, while he strove your distant Coast to gain,
How oft he sigh'd, and chid the tedious Main;
Impatient to survey by Culture grac'd,
Your dreary Woodland, and your rugged Waste;
Fair were the Scenes he feign'd, the Prospects fair,
And sure, ye Georgians, all he feign'd are there.
Ere yet he prints your Sand, his eager Eye
Descries the sinking Wild, and opening Sky;
Sees Fields and Meads far stretching from the Shore,
And meets the Ancient Horror there no more.
A thousand Pleasures crowd into his Breast;
But one, one mighty Thought absorbs the rest,
And gives me Heaven to see, the Patriot cries,
Another Britain in the Desart rise!
How oft he sigh'd, and chid the tedious Main;
Impatient to survey by Culture grac'd,
Your dreary Woodland, and your rugged Waste;
Fair were the Scenes he feign'd, the Prospects fair,
And sure, ye Georgians, all he feign'd are there.
Ere yet he prints your Sand, his eager Eye
Descries the sinking Wild, and opening Sky;
Sees Fields and Meads far stretching from the Shore,
And meets the Ancient Horror there no more.
A thousand Pleasures crowd into his Breast;
But one, one mighty Thought absorbs the rest,
And gives me Heaven to see, the Patriot cries,
Another Britain in the Desart rise!
Categories
Provenance
Searching "breast" and "crowd" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
03/07/2006
