"I feel a joy, / Dear to my heart, and mixed with no alloy."
— Gifford, William (1756-1826)
Author
Work Title
Date
1827
Metaphor
"I feel a joy, / Dear to my heart, and mixed with no alloy."
Metaphor in Context
But do I then (abjuring every aim),
All censure slight, and all applause disclaim?
Not so: where judgment holds the rod, I bow
My humbled neck, awed by her angry brow;
Where taste and sense approve, I feel a joy,
Dear to my heart, and mixed with no alloy.
All censure slight, and all applause disclaim?
Not so: where judgment holds the rod, I bow
My humbled neck, awed by her angry brow;
Where taste and sense approve, I feel a joy,
Dear to my heart, and mixed with no alloy.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "alloy" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
04/14/2005
