"But still the vigour of my soul I keep, / And its keen anger burst the bonds of sleep."
— Hayley, William (1745-1820)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
T. Cadell
Date
1788
Metaphor
"But still the vigour of my soul I keep, / And its keen anger burst the bonds of sleep."
Metaphor in Context
My lovely Fair! the brave Lautaro cries,
An hideous vision struck my scornful eyes:
Methought that instant a fierce Chief of Spain
Mock'd my vain spear with insolent disdain;
His forceful arm my failing powers o'ercame,
And strength and motion seem'd to quit my frame.
But still the vigour of my soul I keep,
And its keen anger burst the bonds of sleep.
An hideous vision struck my scornful eyes:
Methought that instant a fierce Chief of Spain
Mock'd my vain spear with insolent disdain;
His forceful arm my failing powers o'ercame,
And strength and motion seem'd to quit my frame.
But still the vigour of my soul I keep,
And its keen anger burst the bonds of sleep.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "bond" and "soul" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
Text from new edition of 1788.
See also William Hayley, Poems and Plays, by William Hayley, Esq. (London: Printed for T. Cadell, 1785). <Link to ECCO>
See also William Hayley, Poems and Plays, by William Hayley, Esq. (London: Printed for T. Cadell, 1785). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
01/08/2012
