ANAXAGORAS' ward was as true as his lord, but to talk to a little austere. Jokes were not in his line, and not even in wine had he learned how to jape or to jeer; But whatever he wrote, from his honey-sweet throat a Siren-song came to the ear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 2 by GEORGE BARKER THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EPODE: 2. THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS FALSE LOVE AND TRUE LOGIC by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |