(ON SEEING HIS PICTURE OF NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE ON THE ISLAND OF ST. HELENA) HAYDON! let worthier judges praise the skill Here by thy pencil shown in truth of lines And charm of colours; 'I' applaud those signs Of thought, that give the true poetic thrill; That unencumbered whole of blank and still Sky without cloud -- ocean without a wave; And the one Man that laboured to enslave The World, sole-standing high on the bare hill -- Back turned, arms folded, the unapparent face Tinged, we may fancy, in this dreary place, With light reflected from the invisible sun Set, like his fortunes; but not set for aye Like them. The unguilty Power pursues his way, And before 'him' doth dawn perpetual run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXILE TO HIS WIFE by JOSEPH BRENAN A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON THE BLUEBIRD by WILLIAM P. ALEXANDER THE LAND OF THE GIANTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |