I will not fear myself, will not fear truth, And here shall be arraignment without stint. I will hold court against my sinful youth, And all the findings shall be checked in print. "Item: you fostered a bastard Love-of-fame Begot on Vanity when still a lad, -- What if you saw that creature going lame? -- What if -- when the dear wife was going mad! What was the peril of Ambition's goal (Self feeding self, when all is understood), Against the peril of a human soul, And that the soul you loved, or said you would? You have your full reward: the wife is dead -- And your ambition be upon your head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT BOY BRITTAN [FEBRUARY 8, 1862] by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON SONNET REVERSED by RUPERT BROOKE THE INNER TEMPLE MASQUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PICTOR IGNOTUS by ROBERT BROWNING VIA CRUCIS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE STONE-CUTTER by EDWARD CARPENTER |