Reader, your soul upraise to see, In yon fair cut designed by me, The pauper by the highwayside Vainly soliciting from pride. Mark how the Beau with easy air Contemns the anxious rustic's prayer, And casting a disdainful eye, Goes gaily gallivanting by. He from the poor averts his head ... He will regret it when he's dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUSK IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE BURNING OF THE TEMPLE by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE PUPPETS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER MOONLIGHT IN SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |