I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now! Alfred Tennyson
About This Quote

I came in haste with cursing breath,And heart of hardest steel;But when I saw thee cold in death,I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face,That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now! is a poem by Robert Burns. This is a poem of the grieving mind of a man who had just lost his love. He come to her lifeless body and finds himself unable to muster up any hatred or rage at her death. It seems that the only thing that he feels for her is pity and sorrow.

Some Similar Quotes
  1. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you,... - Pablo Neruda
  2. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. - Pablo Neruda
  3. We love the things we love for what they are. - Robert Frost
  4. I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my... - E.e. Cummings
  5. Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. - Plato
More Quotes By Alfred Tennyson
  1. If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.
  2. Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.
  3. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most;' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
  4. Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of...
  5. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Related Topics