FAREWELL, Renown! Too fleeting flower, That grows a year to last an hour; -- Prize of the race's dust and heat, Too often trodden under feet, -- Why should I court your 'barren dower?' Nay; -- had I Dryden's angry power, -- The thews of Ben, -- the wind of Gower, -- Not less my voice should still repeat, 'Farewell, Renown!' Farewell! -- Because the Muses' bower Is filled with rival brows that lower; -- Because, howe'er his pipe be sweet, The Bard, that 'pays,' must please the street; -- But most ... because the grapes are sour, -- Farewell, Renown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM |