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Poem
October 25, 1798
Gazette Of The United States, & Philadelphia Daily Advertiser
Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania
What is this article about?
Sonnet from Southey's travels in Spain, using the climb of endless mountains as a metaphor for life's painful ascent, filled with vain hopes, leading inevitably to death in the tomb.
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SONNET.
From Southey's travels in Spain.
ANOTHER mountain yet! I thought this brow
Had surely been the summit; but they rise
Hill above hill, amid the incumbent skies,
And mock my labor, What a giddy height?
The roar of yonder stream that foams below,
Meets but at fits mine ear : ah me-my sight
Shrinks from this upward toil, and o'er opprest,
Sad, I bethink me of my home of rest.
Such is the lot of man. Up life's steep road
Painful he drags, beguiling the long way
With many a vain thought on the future day ;
With Peace to sojourn in her calm abode.
Poor Fool of Hope! that hour will never come
Till Time and Care have led thee to the tomb.
From Southey's travels in Spain.
ANOTHER mountain yet! I thought this brow
Had surely been the summit; but they rise
Hill above hill, amid the incumbent skies,
And mock my labor, What a giddy height?
The roar of yonder stream that foams below,
Meets but at fits mine ear : ah me-my sight
Shrinks from this upward toil, and o'er opprest,
Sad, I bethink me of my home of rest.
Such is the lot of man. Up life's steep road
Painful he drags, beguiling the long way
With many a vain thought on the future day ;
With Peace to sojourn in her calm abode.
Poor Fool of Hope! that hour will never come
Till Time and Care have led thee to the tomb.
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Sonnet
Southey
Spain
Mountains
Life Struggles
Hope
Death
Toil
What entities or persons were involved?
Southey
Poem Details
Author
Southey
Subject
From Southey's Travels In Spain
Key Lines
Another Mountain Yet! I Thought This Brow
Had Surely Been The Summit; But They Rise
Such Is The Lot Of Man. Up Life's Steep Road
Painful He Drags, Beguiling The Long Way
Poor Fool Of Hope! That Hour Will Never Come
Till Time And Care Have Led Thee To The Tomb.