THE painter's and the poet's fame Shed their twinned lustre round his name, To gild our story-teller's art, Where each in turn must play his part. What scenes from Wilkie's pencil sprung, The minstrel saw but left unsung! What shapes the pen of Collins drew, No painter clad in living hue! But on our artist's shadowy screen A stranger miracle is seen Than priest unveils or pilgrim seeks, -- The poem breathes, the picture speaks! And so his double name comes true, They christened better than they knew, And Art proclaims him twice her son, -- Painter and poet, both in one! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEING RETIRED, COMPLAINS AGAINST THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WE ARE CHILDREN by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN EPIGRAMS ON CASTLEREAGH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |