Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at the sun's eye, And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd: Then happy I, that love and am beloved Where I may not remove nor be removed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER WHITE HEAD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON A TORSO OF CUPID by MATHILDE BLIND A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 30 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |