CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them Who may respect my name, that I to thee Owed many years of early liberty. This care was thine when sickness did condemn Thy youth to hopeless wasting, root and stem -- That I, if frugal and severe, might stray Where'er I liked; and finally array My temples with the Muse's diadem. Hence, if in freedom I have loved the truth; If there be aught of pure, or good, or great, In my past verse; or shall be, in the lays Of higher mood, which now I meditate; -- It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived, Youth! To think how much of this will be thy praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |