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MICHAEL ANGELO, by            
First Line: How sad a glance, how shrunk a face thou hast
Last Line: Renowned but weary thou didst leave the light.
Subject(s): Art & Artists; Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564); Weariness; Fatigue


HOW sad a glance, how shrunk a face thou hast
Michael sublime, old shaper of rude stone!
Never a tear have those sad eyelids shown;
Thou hast gazed like Dante on all mirth aghast.
The Muse did suckle thee too well, and fast
Art hath espoused thee, thou art hers alone;
Thro' threescore years of toiling thou hast known
No solace save on her chill bosom vast.

Thy life knew but one blessing: even as God
To seal the rock with thine immortal might;
And fearful were the feet that nigh thee trod.
Like to a lion with wild mane grown white,
When thy worn life drew to its period
Renowned but weary thou didst leave the light.





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