The Spleen 24455A Pindaric PoemPoemby Anne Finch Countess of Winchilseafirst line (public domain): What art thou, Spleen, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abused mankind, Who never yet thy real cause could find,Or fix thee to remain in one continu'd shape.Language: English Locations in Harold's LibraryThe Norton Anthology of Poetry (5th edition) (book)page 558Eighteenth-Century Poetry: An Annotated Anthology (book)page 23This work has the following connections with other works:The Spleen Array ( [_edit_lock] => Array ( [0] => 1541178401:1 ) [_edit_last] => Array ( [0] => 1 ) [subtitle] => Array ( [0] => A Pindaric Poem ) [inlibrary] => Array ( [0] => "14328"*p558 [1] => "18833"*p23 ) [firstline] => Array ( [0] => What art thou, Spleen, which ev'ry thing dost ape? / %Thou Proteus to abused mankind, / %Who never yet thy real cause could find, / Or fix thee to remain in one continu'd shape.|p ) ) Post navigation ← Previous PoemNext Poem → Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.