Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPITAPH, ON A FOOLISH BOASTER, by PHILIP AYRES Poet's Biography First Line: Here to its pristine dust again is hurl'd Last Line: Flutter a while, fall, and are seen no more. Subject(s): Epitaphs; Pride; Self-esteem; Self-respect | ||||||||
HERE to its pristine dust again is hurl'd, Of an inconstant soul, the little world; He liv'd, as if to some great things design'd, With substance small, boasting a princely mind. Of body crooked, and distorted face, But manners that did much his form disgrace. In broils, his rage pusht him beyond his art, Was kick'd, would face again, but wanted heart. In his whole course of life so swell'd with Pride, That, fail'd in all's intrigues, for grief he died. Thus with ambitious wings we strive to soar, Flutter a while, fall, and are seen no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROCK AND HAWK by ROBINSON JEFFERS GODOLPHIN HORNE, WHO WAS CURSED WITH THE SIN OF PRIDE, AND BECAME A BOOT-BLACK by HILAIRE BELLOC PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE THIN EDGE OF YOUR PRIDE: 1 by KENNETH REXROTH PRIMER LESSON by CARL SANDBURG HAEC FABULA DOCET by ROBERT FROST VICTIM OF HIMSELF by MARVIN BELL ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES |
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