Not here, where that quick, subtle spirit of his With many a smile and many a nodded jest Seemed to escape us when we praised our best, Could he be wholly what he was and is. But in the simple house where once he dwelt, Amidst the old fashioned Portsmouth neighborhood In days when all of life was glad and good, He will be willing to be known and felt; A soul attuned to music, and a mind Mystically vowed to beauty, in an art That tirelessly upon itself refined: Less of the school than of the poet heart, There in his earliest and his latest home He hospitably waits and bids us come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 74. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER (OLD & NEW ART) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE by JOHN ARMSTRONG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |