Sume for thy sake prowed Monnume[n]ts will frame Of Marble pillares, porfrye, Jett, and gold, Engravinge deepe thy Titles and thy name: Worthie because thy worthie lymmes they hold. Others againe whose love Surmounts theire skill, And now to grace theire arts thy bounties lacke: In praise of thee have clothed with theire quill, The papars whit, in lynes of mourning blacke. But these and all that Mortalls cann envent, Soarts not with that which is thy virtues due: Whose glorye scales the starr-bright firmament, Whose deere remembraunce doth such plaints renew In these our dayes (the Trumpetts of thy fame) That future tymes shall eccho to the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE GROVES OF BLARNEY by RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKIN LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |