When pensive on that portraiture I gaze, Where my four brothers round about me stand, And four fair sisters smile with graces bland, The goodly monument of happier days; And think how soon insatiate Death, who preys On all, has cropped the rest with ruthless hand; While only I survive of all that band, Which one chaste bed did to my father raise; It seems that like a column left alone, The tottering remnant of some splendid fane, 'Scaped from the fury of the barbarous Gaul, And wasting Time, which has the rest o'erthrown; Amidst our house's ruins I remain Single, unpropped, and nodding to my fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PREMATURE REJOICING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE by RUPERT BROOKE THE HIGHLAND LASSIE by ROBERT BURNS THE LASS OF ECCLEFECHAN by ROBERT BURNS ELYSIAN TRAIL by KATHARINE BROWN BURT MY VALENTINE by ERNEST CAMP JR. MOON MADNESS (IN THE PSEUDO-CHINESE STYLE OF THE MODERNISTIC SCHOOL) by ROBERT WOOD CLACK FOUR METRICAL EXPERIMENTS: 4. PINDARIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |