Thou, that wouldst find the habit of true passion, And see a mind attired in perfect strains; Not wearing moods, as gallants do a fashion, In these pied times, only to show their brains, Look here on Breton's work, the master print: Where, such perfections to the life do rise. If they seem wry, to such as look asquint, The fault's not in the object, but their eyes. For, as one coming with a lateral view, Unto a cunning piece wrought perspective, Wants faculty to make a censure true: So with this author's readers will it thrive: Which being eyed directly, I divine, His proof their praise will meet, as in this line. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE PISGAH SIGHTS by ROBERT BROWNING BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE VIGILANTES by MARGARET ELIZA ASHMUN THE FASHIONS, 1806 by LEWIS BEACH PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING |