Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO URBAN, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lo! Where the livid lightning flies Last Line: To slumber in the tomb. Subject(s): Death; Friendship; Health; Life; Maturity; Passion; Dead, The | ||||||||
Lo! where the livid lightning flies With transient furious force, A moment's splendour streaks the skies, Where ruin marks its course: Then see how mild the font of day Expands the stream of light; Whilst living by the genial ray, All nature smiles delight. So boisterous riot, on his course Uncurb'd by reason, flies; And lightning-like its fatal force, Soon lightning-like it dies: Whilst sober Temperance, still the same, Shall shun the scene of strife; And, like the sun's enlivening flame, Shall beam the lamp of life. Let noise and folly seek the reign Where senseless riot rules; Let them enjoy the pleasures vain Enjoy'd alone by fools. Urban! those better joys be ours, Which virtuous science knows, To pass in milder bliss the hours, Nor fear the future woes. So when stern time their frames shall seize, When sorrows pay for sin; When every nerve shall feel disease, And conscience shrink within; Shall health's best blessings all be ours, The soul serene at ease, Whilst science gilds the passing hours, And every hour shall please. Even now from solitude they fly, To drown each thought in noise; Even now they shun Reflection's eye, Depriv'd of man's best joys. So, when Time's unrelenting doom Shall bring the season's course, The busy monitor shall come With aggravated force. Friendship is ours: best friend, who knows, Each varied hour to employ; To share the lighted load of woes, And double every joy; And science too shall lend her aid, The friend that never flies, But shines amid misfortune's shade As stars in midnight skies. Each joy domestic bliss can know Shall deck the future hour; Or if we taste the cup of woe, The cup has lost its power; Thus may we live, till death's keen spear, Unwish'd, unfear'd, shall come; Then sink, without one guilty fear, To slumber in the tomb. | 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 BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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