Farewell, too little, and too lately known Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mold with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike. To the same goal did both our studies drive; The last set out the soonest did arrive. This Nisus fell upon the slippery place, While his young friend performed and won the race. O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line: A noble error, and but seldom made, When poets are by too much force betrayed. Thy generous fruits, though gathered ere their prime, Still showed a quickness, and maturing time But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme. Once more, hail and farewell; farewell, thou young. But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue; Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound; But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLOGNE; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE SACRIFICE by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE TIME IS GONE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE VOYAGE TO LULLABY LAND by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL TO CHARLES BURNEY by FRANCES (FANNY) BURNEY |