Shuffling and shambling, woebegone, they pass, Seven in single file, and seven as one,— As if a spectrum of all woe the sun Here cast through some bewitched prismatic glass. From their stooped shoulders, back and fore, hang crass High-coloured chromos of a stage @3mignonne@1 In tights, astride a grinning simpleton Squat on all fours, and long-eared like an ass. @3"Success! Success!@1 we read—yea, @3thy@1 success We read, O wanton among cities: vice Saddled on folly, woe beneath sevenfold: Woe of the lust of life, and the shameful price Of life,—woe of the want, the weariness,— Of fear, of hate,—of the thrice false weights of gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS A LILLIPUTIAN ODE ON THEIR MAJESTIES' ACCESSION by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) DIRGE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES by JOACHIM DU BELLAY TO F.A.B., A VIRTUOUS YOUNG PHYSICIAN ABOUT TO PRACTISE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |