YES, -- I am poor, Callistratus! I own; And so was ever; yet not quite unknown, Graced with a knight's degree; nor this alone: But through the world my verse is often sung; And "That is he!" sounds buzzed from every tongue; And what to few, when dust, the Fates assign, In bloom and freshness of my days is mine. Thy ceilings on a hundred columns rest; Wealth as of upstart freedman bursts thy chest; Nile flows in fatness o'er thy ample fields; Cisalpine Gaul thy silky fleeces yields. Lo! Such thou art, and such am I: like me, Callistratus! thou canst not hope to be; A hundred of the crowd resemble thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS NOW CLOSE THE WINDOWS by ROBERT FROST MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE ITALICS ARE RICHARD GIFFORD'S by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE ALBION QUEENS, ACT 1: THE WONDER by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |