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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A HERMITAGE, by WILLIAM WHITEHEAD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The man, whose days of youth and ease Last Line: And hates the world he made so bad. Subject(s): Aging; Transience; Impermanence | |||
THE man, whose days of youth and ease In Nature's calm enjoyments pass'd, Will want no monitors, like these, To torture and alarm his last. The gloomy grot, the cypress shade, The zealot's list of rigid rules, To him are merely dull parade, The tragic pageantry of fools. What life affords he freely tastes, When Nature calls, resigns his breath; Nor age in weak repining wastes, Nor acts alive the farce of death. Not so the youths of Folly's train, Impatient of each kind restraint Which parent Nature fix'd, in vain, To teach us man's true bliss, content. For something still beyond enough, With eager impotence they strive, 'Till appetite has learn'd to loathe The very joys by which we live. Then, fill'd with all which sour disdain To disappointed vice can add, Tir'd of himself, man flies from man, And hates the world he made so bad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE SOUTHERN GOTHIC by DONALD JUSTICE THE BEACH IN AUGUST by WELDON KEES THE MAN SPLITTING WOOD IN THE DAYBREAK by GALWAY KINNELL THE SEEKONK WOODS by GALWAY KINNELL A PATHETIC APOLOGY FOR ALL LAUREATS, PAST, PRESENT, AND TO COME by WILLIAM WHITEHEAD |
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