WHY, life, must mock itself, to mark how small Are the distinctions of its various pride. 'Tis strange how we delight in the unreal: The fanciful and the fantastic make One half our triumphs. Not in mighty things -- The glorious offerings of our mind to fate Do we ask homage to our vanities, One half so much as from the false and vain: The petty trifles that the social world Has fancied into grandeur. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 19. AL-FATTA'H by EDWIN ARNOLD HEINE'S GRAVE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE FARMER'S SOLILOQUY by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN TO THE MOONFLOWER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS |