Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT BOLONGA, IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE LATE INSURRECTION, 1837: 3, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow Last Line: Tossed on the bosom of a stormy sea. Subject(s): Bologna, Italy; Revolutions | ||||||||
AS leaves are to the tree whereon they grow And wither, every human generation Is, to the Being of a mighty nation, Locked in our world's embrace through weal and woe; Thought that should teach the zealot to forego Rash schemes, to abjure all selfish agitation, And seek through noiseless pains and moderation The unblemished good they only can bestow. Alas! with most, who weigh futurity Against time present, passion holds the scales: Hence equal ignorance of both prevails, And nations sink; or, struggling to be free, Are doomed to flounder on, like wounded whales Tossed on the bosom of a stormy sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOUDS OF MAGELLAN (APHORISMS OF MR. CANON ASPIRIN) by NORMAN DUBIE WE WHO WERE EXECUTED by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ A SEMI-REVOLUTION by ROBERT FROST L,ENVOI: IN OUR TIME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY FROM THE PARIS COMMUNE TO THE KRONSTADT REBELLION by KENNETH REXROTH HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON TABLEAUX VIVANTS; NAPLES, 1790 by ELAINE TERRANOVA A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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