No feeble glow of intellectual flame Inform'd that Painter's heart; to none more due Than him, the honours of domestic fame; What hand, but his, so excellently knew The shadow of our lineaments? In vain The glance of Beauty dared his subtle skill, Touch'd into all its sympathies again, Kindled anew with all its power to kill; Age smiled, portray'd in all its sober calm, Unvext, of grandsire aspect, pale and meek; And babyhood, with hands too small for harm; And youth, with full and health-ensanguined cheek, Show'd life-like on his chart, and boyhood sleek Still wore his dimpled chin, and merry charm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN TOM JONES by JAMES HAY BEATTIE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAD AND CHEERFUL SONGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |