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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TITAN, by CHARLES WEEKES First Line: What matters where the great god flings Last Line: To walk beside a tattered horse. | |||
What matters where the great God flings Down on earth's floor thy thinking clay, If thou canst rise and live to-day The life of emperors and kings! So take thy soul and keep it sane; And, treading firm the green earth-sod, Look upward from that place to God, That He shall see thy soul again. There undejected, there unhurled Asunder--sick with mortal change; Self-held from star to star to range, Or one with all the working world. O King of kings and emperors, Though vagabond of night and morn-- Some dusty quarry-fellow born To walk beside a tattered horse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM THE WORLD by CHARLES WEEKES ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |
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