Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON, by GEORGE GORDON BYRON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: You have ask'd for a verse - the request Last Line: The string which was worthy the strain. Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
You have ask'd for a verse -- the request, In a rhymer, 't were strange to deny; But my Hippocrene was but my breast, And my feelings (its fountain) are dry. Were I now as I was, I had sung What Lawrence has pencill'd so well; But the strain would expire on my tongue, And the theme is too soft for my shell. I am ashes where once I was fire, And the bard in my bosom is dead; What I loved I now merely admire, And my heart is as grey as my head. My life is not dated by years; There are moments which act as a plough; And there is not a furrow appears But is deep in my soul as my brow. Let the young and the brilliant aspire To sing what I gaze on in vain; For Sorrow has torn from my lyre The string which was worthy the strain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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