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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What time I lay these rhymes anear thy feet Last Line: To preach a sermon on so known a text! Subject(s): Mitford, Mary Russell (1787-1855) | |||
WHAT time I lay these rhymes anear thy feet, Benignant friend, I will not proudly say As better poets use, 'These flowers I lay,' Because I would not wrong thy roses sweet, Blaspheming so their name. And yet, repeat Thou, overleaning them this springtime day, With heart as open to love as theirs to May, -- 'Low - rooted verse may reach some heavenly heat, Even like my blossoms, if as nature-true Though not as precious.' Thou art unper-plext -- Dear friend, in whose dear writings drops the dew And blow the natural airs, -- thou, who art next To nature's self in cheering the world's view, -- To preach a sermon on so known a text! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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