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Poem
November 8, 1842
The Guard
Holly Springs, Marshall County, Mississippi
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem by Charles Mackay depicting the speaker's profound, unrequited love for a beautiful, kind woman who remains emotionally distant, causing him deep weariness and despair with the world.
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From the London Athenæum.
LOVE AWEARY OF THE WORLD.
BY CHARLES MACKAY.
O, my love is very lovely,
In her mind all beauties dwell,
She is robed in living splendor,
Grace and modesty attend her,
And I love her more than well.
But I'm weary, weary, weary,
To despair my soul is hurl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
She is kind to all about her,
For her heart is pity's throne;
She has smiles for all men's gladness,
She has tears for every sadness,
She is hard to me alone.
And I'm weary, weary, weary,
From a lovelit summit hurl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
When my words are words of wisdom,
All her spirit I can move.
At my wit her sweet eyes glisten,
But she flies and will not listen,
If I dare to speak of love.
Oh! I'm weary, weary, weary,
By a storm of passion whirl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
True, that there are others fair—
Fairer? No. that cannot be—
Yet some maids of equal beauty,
High in soul and firm in duty,
May have kinder hearts than she
Why, my heart, so weary, weary,
To and fro by passion whirl'd,
Why so weary, weary, weary,
Why so weary of the world?
Were my love but passing fancy,
To another I might turn,
But I'm doom'd to love unduly,
One who will not answer truly,
And who freezes when I burn.
And I'm weary, weary, weary.
To despair my soul is hurl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
LOVE AWEARY OF THE WORLD.
BY CHARLES MACKAY.
O, my love is very lovely,
In her mind all beauties dwell,
She is robed in living splendor,
Grace and modesty attend her,
And I love her more than well.
But I'm weary, weary, weary,
To despair my soul is hurl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
She is kind to all about her,
For her heart is pity's throne;
She has smiles for all men's gladness,
She has tears for every sadness,
She is hard to me alone.
And I'm weary, weary, weary,
From a lovelit summit hurl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
When my words are words of wisdom,
All her spirit I can move.
At my wit her sweet eyes glisten,
But she flies and will not listen,
If I dare to speak of love.
Oh! I'm weary, weary, weary,
By a storm of passion whirl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
True, that there are others fair—
Fairer? No. that cannot be—
Yet some maids of equal beauty,
High in soul and firm in duty,
May have kinder hearts than she
Why, my heart, so weary, weary,
To and fro by passion whirl'd,
Why so weary, weary, weary,
Why so weary of the world?
Were my love but passing fancy,
To another I might turn,
But I'm doom'd to love unduly,
One who will not answer truly,
And who freezes when I burn.
And I'm weary, weary, weary.
To despair my soul is hurl'd,
I am weary, weary, weary,
I am weary of the world.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Unrequited Love
Weariness
Despair
Charles Mackay
London Athenaeum
Romantic Complaint
What entities or persons were involved?
By Charles Mackay
Poem Details
Title
Love Aweary Of The World
Author
By Charles Mackay
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Refrain
Key Lines
O, My Love Is Very Lovely, / In Her Mind All Beauties Dwell, / She Is Robed In Living Splendor, / Grace And Modesty Attend Her, / And I Love Her More Than Well.
But I'm Weary, Weary, Weary, / To Despair My Soul Is Hurl'd, / I Am Weary, Weary, Weary, / I Am Weary Of The World.
She Is Kind To All About Her, / For Her Heart Is Pity's Throne; / She Has Smiles For All Men's Gladness, / She Has Tears For Every Sadness, / She Is Hard To Me Alone.