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Poem September 6, 1821

Kentucky Gazette

Lexington, Fayette County, Kentucky

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The poem 'Wishes' by Barry Cornwall describes the speaker's desires for a modest cottage near a town, featuring a garden with evergreen trees for friends' visits, a sunlit room filled with books, and an ideal loving wife with fair features and deep blue eyes.

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WISHES.

BY BARRY CORNWALL.

Now give me but a cot that's good,
In some great town's neighbourhood:
A garden where the winds may play,
Fresh from the blue hills far away;
And wanton with such trees as bear
Their loads of green through all the year,
Laurel and dusky juniper:
So may some friends whose social talk
I love, there take their walk,
And spend a frequent holiday.

And may I own a quiet room,
Where the morning sun may come
Stored with books of poesy,
Tale, science, old morality,
Fable and divine history,
Ranged in separate cases round,
Each with living marble crowned.

And one I'd have, whose heaving breast
Should rock me nightly to my rest,
By holy chains bound fast to me,
Faster by Love's sweet sorcery.
She should be a woman who
(Graceful without much endeavour)
Could praise or excuse all I do,
And love me ever

I'd have her thoughts fair, and her skin
White as the white soul within;
And her fringed eyes of darkest blue,
Which the great soul looketh through,
Like heaven's own gates cerulean.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode Pastoral

What themes does it cover?

Friendship Love Courtship Nature Seasons

What keywords are associated?

Personal Wishes Cottage Life Garden Trees Book Room Ideal Wife Friendship Walks Romantic Love

What entities or persons were involved?

By Barry Cornwall.

Poem Details

Title

Wishes.

Author

By Barry Cornwall.

Key Lines

Now Give Me But A Cot That's Good, / In Some Great Town's Neighbourhood: Stored With Books Of Poesy, / Tale, Science, Old Morality, She Should Be A Woman Who / (Graceful Without Much Endeavour) / Could Praise Or Excuse All I Do, / And Love Me Ever I'd Have Her Thoughts Fair, And Her Skin / White As The White Soul Within;

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