Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIR MARMADUKE'S MUSINGS, by THEODORE TILTON Poet's Biography First Line: I won a noble fame Last Line: To all mankind. | ||||||||
I WON a noble fame; But, with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name. I bore a bounteous purse; And beggars by the way Then blessed me, day by day; But I, grown poor as they, Have now their curse. I gained what men call friends; But now their love is hate, And I have learned, too late, How mated minds unmate, And friendship ends. I clasped a woman's breast, -- As if her heart, I knew, Or fancied, would be true, -- Who proved, alas! she too! False like the rest. I now am all bereft, -- As when some tower doth fall, With battlement, and wall, And gate, and bridge, and all, -- And nothing left. But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crossed -- All loves and honors lost, -- To gain the heavens, at cost Of losing earth. So, lest I be inclined To render ill for ill, -- Henceforth in me instil, O God, a sweet good-will To all mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON COEUR DE LION TO BERENGARIA by THEODORE TILTON EVEN THIS SHALL PASS AWAY by THEODORE TILTON FRENCH WITH A MASTER by THEODORE TILTON THE FADING OF THE MAYFLOWER by THEODORE TILTON THE FLIGHT FROM THE CONVENT by THEODORE TILTON AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |
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