Goodyere, I am glad, and grateful to report, Myself a witness of thy few days' sport: Where I both learned, why wise men hawking follow, And why that bird was sacred to Apollo. She doth instruct men by her gallant flight, That they to knowledge so should tower upright, And never stoop, but to strike ignorance: Which if they miss, they yet should readvance To former height, and there in circle tarry, Till they be sure to make the fool their quarry. Now, in whose pleasures I have this discerned, What would his serious actions me have learned? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |