Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPHINX, by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL Poet's Biography First Line: They glare - those stony eyes! Last Line: The darling of the nile. Subject(s): Egypt; Sphinx | ||||||||
THEY glare -- those stony eyes! That in the fierce sun-rays Showered from these burning skies, Through untold centuries Have kept their sleepless and unwinking gaze. Since what unnumbered year Hast thou kept watch and ward, And o'er the buried Land of Fear So grimly held thy guard? No faithless slumber snatching, Still couched in silence brave, Like some fierce hound long watching Above her master's grave. No fabled Shape art thou! On that thought-freighted brow And in those smooth weird lineaments we find, Though traced all darkly, even now, The relics of a Mind: And gather dimly thence A vague, half-human sense -- The strange and sad Intelligence That sorrow leaves behind. Dost thou in anguish thus Still brood o'er Oedipus? And weave enigmas to mislead anew, And stultify the blind Dull heads of human kind, And inly make thy moan That mid the hated crew, Whom thou so long couldst vex, Bewilder, and perplex, Thou yet couldst find a subtler than thine own? Even now, methinks that those Dark, heavy lips, which close In such a stern repose, Seem burdened with some Thought unsaid, And hoard within their portals dread Some fearful Secret there, -- Which to the listening earth She may not whisper forth, Not even to the air, -- Of awful wonders hid In yon dread pyramid, The home of magic Fears, Of chambers vast and lonely, Watched by the Genii only, Who tend their Masters' long-forgotten biers; And treasures that have shone On cavern walls alone Four thousand, thousand years. Those sullen orbs wouldst thou eclipse, And ope those massy, tomb-like lips, Many a riddle thou couldst solve Which all blindly men revolve. Would She but tell! She knows Of the old Pharaohs, Could count the ptolemies' long line; Each mighty Myth's original hath seen, Apis, Anubis -- Ghosts that haunt between The Bestial and Divine -- (Such, He that sleeps in Philoe -- He that stands In gloom, unworshipped, 'neath his rock-hewn fane -- And They who, sitting on Memnonian sands, Cast their long shadows o'er the desert plain:) Hath marked Nitocris pass, And Ozymandias Deep-versed in many a dark Egyptian wile; The Hebrew Boy hath eyed Cold to the master's bride: And that Medusan stare hath frozen the smile Of Her all love and guile, For whom the Caesar sighed, And the World-Loser died -- The Darling of the Nile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPHINX by RALPH WALDO EMERSON QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND THE SPHINX by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT APPENDIX TO 'LAZARUS': 9 by HEINRICH HEINE THE CROWN OF THORNS by JESSE WILLIS JEFFERIS THE NILE by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |
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