Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FAME, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fame guards the wreath we call a crown Last Line: But the poor conceit of pride. Subject(s): Fame; Pride; Reputation; Self-esteem; Self-respect | ||||||||
FAME guards the wreath we call a crown With other wreaths of fire, And dragging this or that man down Will not raise you the higher! Fear not too much the open seas, Nor yet yourself misdoubt; Clear the bright wake of geniuses, Then steadily steer out. That wicked men in league should be To push your craft aside, Is not the hint of modesty, But the poor conceit of pride. | 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 A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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