In pride of wit when high desire of fame Gave life and courage to my laboring pen, And first the sound and virtue of my name Won grace and credit in the ears of men, With those the thronged theatres that press I in the circuit for the laurel strove, Where the full praise, I freely must confess, In heat of blood a modest mind might move, With shouts and claps at every little pause When the proud round on every side hath rung, Sadly I sit, unmov'd with the applause, As though to me it nothing did belong. No public glory vainly I pursue; All that I seek is to eternize you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION DREAM SONG: 2 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD MEMORIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |