HIGH is our calling, Friend! -- Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned -- to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, While the whole world seems adverse to desert. And, oh! when Nature sinks, as oft she may, Through long-lived pressure of obscure distress, Still to be strenuous for the bright reward, And in the soul admit of no decay, Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness -- Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM EL CAMINO REAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: INTRODUCTION by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |