Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IMMORTAL BEN IS DEAD; AND AS THAT BALL, by ANONYMOUS Last Line: Thy poems shall be poet-lureate Subject(s): "jonson, Ben (1572-1637);poetry & Poets;randolph, Thomas (1605-1634); | ||||||||
IMMORTAL Ben is dead; and as that ball On Ida toss'd, so is his crown by all The infantry of wit. Vain priests! that chair Is only fit for his true son and heir. Reach here the laurel. Randolph, 'tis thy praise: Thy naked skull shall well become the bays. See Daphne courts thy ghost: and, spite of fate, Thy poems shall be poet-laureate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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