Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson

Pleasure

  (Written in her thirteenth year)

Away! unstable, fleeting Pleasure,
Thou troublesome and golided treasure;
When the false jewel changes hue,
There's naught, O man, that's left for you!
What many grasp at with such joy,
Is but her shade, a foolish toy;
She is not found at every court,
At every ball, and every sport,
But in that heart she loves to rest,
That's with a guiltless conscience blest.

1. Headache
2. The Grave
3. An Address to My Muse
4. To a Departing Friend
5. To Science

Charlotte Brontë Pleasure ("True pleasure breathes not city air")

Print

1835 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version