THOUGH youthful ardour fires my glowing heart, To copy Nature with enchanting Art; Ah! still I fondly strive with effort vain, The pencil's flowing graces to attain. But when Instruction guides my roving feet, To reach the Muse of Painting's lofty seat; Where Genius learns in magic colours warm, To join Expression's fire, and Beauty's form; If then 'tis mine with energy to trace The varied charms of Nature's blooming face; To dress the mimic flowers in rainbow dyes, Bright as the blushes of the orient skies; In glowing hues to bid the landscape live, Or to the figure animation give; Oh! then , my pencil's tribute justly due, Sweet Gratitude shall consecrate to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WHITE HEAD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN CAN YOU HEAR IT? by THERESA DRULEY BLACK I BLOW YOU A KISS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 2. A POLITICAL 'BOSS' by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 19 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |