Verse > Anthologies > Francis T. Palgrave, ed. > The Golden Treasury
Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
J. Fletcher
CIV. Melancholy
  HENCE, all you vain delights, 
  As short as are the nights 
  Wherein you spend your folly: 
  There's nought in this life sweet 
  If man were wise to see't,         5
  But only melancholy, 
  O sweetest Melancholy! 
Welcome, folded arms, and fixèd eyes, 
A sigh that piercing mortifies, 
A look that's fastened to the ground,  10
A tongue chain'd up without a sound! 
Fountain-heads and pathless groves, 
Places which pale passion loves! 
    Moonlight walks, when all the fowls 
    Are warmly housed save bats and owls!  15
    A midnight bell, a parting groan! 
    These are the sounds we feed upon; 
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; 
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. 

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.