Impromptu.
You say you're glad I write - oh, say not so! My fount of song, dear friend, 's a bitter well; And when the numbers freely from it flow, 'Tis that my heart, and eyes, o'erflow as well. Castalia, fam'd of yore, - the spring divine, Apollo's smile upon its current wears: Moore and Anacreon, found its waves were wine, To me, it flows a sullen stream of tears.
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"You say you're glad I write - oh, say not so!..."
This evocative piece by Frances Anne Kemble (Fanny), titled "Impromptu.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...