The [heart?] may be wounded and the wound may be secret

— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)


Date
1748
Metaphor
The [heart?] may be wounded and the wound may be secret
Metaphor in Context
So numerous herds are driven o'er the rock,
No print is left of all the passing flock;
So sings the wind around the solid stone,
So vainly beat the waves with fruitless moan.
Tedious the toil, and great the workman's care,
Who dare attempt to fix impressions there.
But should some swain more skillful than the rest,
Engrave his name on this cold marble breast,
Not rolling ages could deface that name--
Through all the storms of life 'tis still the same:
Though length of years with moss may shade the ground
Deep, though unseen, remains the secret wound.

(ll. 72-83, p. 65)
Categories
Provenance
Reading
Citation
Lonsdale, R. Ed. Eighteenth Century Women Poets. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989.
Date of Entry
09/14/2009
Date of Review
10/22/2003

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.