Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ADDRESS TO THE POETS, by JOHN KEBLE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye whose hearts are beating high Last Line: If it flow from childlike hearts. Subject(s): Palm Sunday; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
YE whose hearts are beating high With the pulse of poesy, Heirs of more than royal race, Framed by Heaven's peculiar grace, God's own work to do on earth, (If the word be not too bold,) Giving virtue a new birth, And a life that ne'er grows old -- Sovereign masters of all hearts! Know ye who hath set your parts? He, who gave you breath to sing, By whose strength ye sweep the string, He hath chosen you to lead His hosannas here below; -- Mount, and claim your glorious meed; Linger not with sin and wo. But if ye should hold your peace, Deem not that the song would cease -- Angels round His glory-throne, Stars, His guiding hand that own, Flowers, that grow beneath our feet, Stones, in earth's dark womb that rest High and low in choir shall meet, Ere His name shall be unblest. Lord, by every minstrel tongue Be thy praise so duly sung, That thine angels' harps may ne'er Fail to find fit echoing here! We the while, of meaner birth, Who in that divinest spell Dare not hope to join on earth, Give us grace to listen well. But should thankless silence seal Lips that might half-heaven reveal -- Should bards in idol-hymns profane The sacred soul-enthralling strain, (As in this bad world below Noblest things find vilest using,) Then, thy power and mercy show, In vile things noble breath infusing. Then waken into sound divine The very pavement of thy shrine, Till we, like heaven's star-sprinkled floor, Faintly give back what we adore, Childlike though the voices be, And untunable the parts, Thou wilt own the minstrelsy, If it flow from childlike hearts. | 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 |
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