Representative Poetry Online
On this day: April 19th
Random Poem of the Day
2 Its pretty tricks we try
3For that or for a longer space;
4 Then tire, and lay it by.
5But I knew one, that to itself
6 All seasons could controul;
7That would have mock'd the sense of pain
8 Out of a grieved soul.
9Thou, straggler into loving arms,
10 Young climber up of knees,
11When I forget thy thousand ways,
12 Then life and all shall cease.
Notes
1] Lucas attributes this poem questionably to Charles Lamb. Back to Line