MY own friend, my old friend! Time's a soldier bold, friend! Of his lofty prowess Many a tale is told, friend! Nations are his puppets, To be bought and sold, friend! He can mock the conqueror, Rase his strongest hold, friend! Fool the stern philosopher, Win the miser's gold, friend! But though earthly nature Has so frail a mould, friend! What the tyrant cannot do Is to make @3us@1 cold, friend! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY MACDONALD'S RAID - A.D. 1780 by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ODES I, 5 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN |