High mounted on an Ant Nanus the tall Was throwne alas, and got a deadly fall. Under th' unruly Beasts proud feet he lies All torne; with much adoe yet ere he dyes, Hee straines these words; Base Envy, doe, laugh on. Thus did I fall, and thus fell Phaethon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE PHYLLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE PORTRAIT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY |