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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEADACHE, by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON First Line: Headache! Thou bane to pleasure's fairy spell Last Line: For ever jingle wisdom's funeral knell. Subject(s): Goddesses & Gods; Hate; Headaches; Mythology; Wisdom | |||
Headache! thou bane to Pleasure's fairy spell, Thou fiend, thou foe to joy, I know thee well! Beneath thy lash I've writhed for many an hour, -- I hate thee, for I've known, and dread thy power. Even the heathen gods were made to feel The aching torments which thy hand can deal; And Jove, the ideal king of heaven and earth, Owned thy dread power, which called stern Wisdom forth. Would'st thou thus ever bless each aching head, And bid Minerva make the brain her bed, Blessings might then be taught to rise from woe, And Wisdom spring from every throbbing brow. But always the reverse to me, unkind, Folly for ever dogs thee close behind; And from this burning brow, her cap and bell, For ever jingle Wisdom's funeral knell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN SONG: NOW THAT SHE IS HERE; FOR JOE-ANNE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISE: HAVING THE ABILITY TO PERCEIVE AND ADOPT THE BEST by LUCILLE CLIFTON WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN FOR RANDALL JARRELL, 1914-1965 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MORTAL WORDS OF ZWEIK by PHILIP LEVINE A DREAM by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |
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