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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
D.O. BARNETT, by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB First Line: How well could I have spared for thee, young swain Last Line: O strength whereof we are most ill bereft. Subject(s): Memory | |||
How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Words of immortal grief rise up unbidden— Enow of such as on whose necks have ridden Worse and more spiritual foes, Fear, grovelling Gain, Sloth and the siren Senses, that make vain God-given hands and eyes: from whom is hidden The light whereby men live, though not unchidden Inly they be, nor without flash of pain When nobler natures fall. The weak are left, Their fight unfought, their arm our insecure, Their foe but gaining on them till the end: And yet 'twas these thou wouldst at need defend, O arm that for our sake wouldst all endure, O strength whereof we are most ill bereft. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE AMONG THE LAKES by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB AN EPITAPH (AFTER THE GREEK EPIGRAMS) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
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