Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A passing glance, a lightning 'long the skies Last Line: In whom, save death, naught mortal was at all. Alternate Author Name(s): Drummond, William | ||||||||
A passing glance, a lightning long the skies That ush'ring thunder dies straight to our sight, A spark, of contraries which doth arise, Then drowns in the huge depths of day and night, Is this small Small called life, held in such price Of blinded wights who nothing judge aright: Of Parthian shaft so swift is not the flight As life, that wastes itself and living dies. Oh, what is human greatness, valour, wit? What fading beauty, riches, honour, praise? To what doth serve in golden thrones to sit, Thrall earth's vast round, triumphal arches raise? All is a dream, learn in this prince's fall, In whom, save death, naught mortal was at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE BOOK [OF THE WORLD] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN A NYMPH'S SONG; OF THE TRUE HAPPINESS by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN CHANGE SHOULD BREED CHANGE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN DESPITE ALL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ILLUSIONS by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN |
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