Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ILLUSIONS, by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A good that never satisfies the mind Last Line: Till wisest death make us our errors know. Alternate Author Name(s): Drummond, William Variant Title(s): The End Of Life;human Frailty Subject(s): Death; Hallucinations & Illusions; Dead, The | ||||||||
A GOOD that never satisfies the mind, A beauty fading like the April flowers, A sweet with floods of gall that runs combined, A pleasure passing ere in thought made ours, An honor that more fickle is than wind, A glory at opinion's frown that lowers, A treasury which bankrupt time devours, A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind, A vain delight our equals to command, A style of greatness, in effect a dream, A swelling thought of holding sea and land, A servile lot, decked with a pompous name, Are the strange ends we toil for here below, Till wisest death make us our errors know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN |
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