Dost thou not rise, indignant shade, And smile wi' spurning scorn, When they wha wad hae starved thy life, Thy senseless turf adorn? Helpless, alane, thou clamb the brae, Wi' meikle honest toil, And claught th' unfading garland there -- Thy sair-worn, rightful spoil. And wear it thou! and call aloud This axiom undoubted -- Would thou hae Nobles' patronage? First learn to live without it! To whom hae much, more shall be given, Is every Great man's faith; But he, the helpless, needful wretch, Shall lose the mite he hath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY THE PHILOSOPHER by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD REVOLUTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |