"Nor fill my stormy breast with ire."
— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)
Work Title
Date
1769
Metaphor
"Nor fill my stormy breast with ire."
Metaphor in Context
MANDANE.
What doubts oppress my wounded heart!
My soul at every breath doth start!
Fain would my gloomy thoughts retire,
Nor fill my stormy breast with ire:
Yet cares torment my tortur'd mind,
Leaving their rugged tracts behind;
And still my soul they hold in pain,
Their cruel empire to maintain.
What doubts oppress my wounded heart!
My soul at every breath doth start!
Fain would my gloomy thoughts retire,
Nor fill my stormy breast with ire:
Yet cares torment my tortur'd mind,
Leaving their rugged tracts behind;
And still my soul they hold in pain,
Their cruel empire to maintain.
Categories
Provenance
HDIS
Date of Entry
08/11/2004
