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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARTIST, by ARTHUR GRISSOM First Line: He wrought with patience long and weary years Last Line: And signed the canvas with his own great name! Subject(s): Art & Artists; Paintings & Painters | |||
He wrought with patience long and weary years Upon his masterpiece, entitled "Fate," And dreamed sweet dreams, the while his crust he ate, And gave his work his soul, his strength, and tears. His task complete at last, he had no fears The world would not pronounce his genius great, But poor, unknown -- pray, what could he create? The mad world laughed, and gave not praise, but jeers. Impelled to ask wherein his work was wrong, He sought, despairing, one whose art was dead, But on whose brow were wreathed the bays of Fame: The master gazed upon the picture long; "It lacks one thing to make it great," he said, And signed the canvas with his own great name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1801: AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE ENVOY TO CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD HOWARD VENETIAN INTERIOR, 1889 by RICHARD HOWARD THERE IS A GOLD LIGHT IN CERTAIN OLD PAINTINGS by DONALD JUSTICE DUTCH INTERIORS by JANE KENYON INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CHINA PAINTERS by TED KOOSER ELEGY FOR SOL LEWITT by ANN LAUTERBACH ON THE SEPARATION OF ADAM AND EVE by TIMOTHY LIU BALLADE OF FORGOTTEN LOVES by ARTHUR GRISSOM |
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