WHATE'ER the world could boast of fair or good, Thy back with pride has borne, thou happy Horse, By which thou'rt fall'n in middle of thy course, Too feeble to sustain so great a load. Oh happy fall! Oh dying full of bliss! Whilst she that guided Love did guide thy head, Big with this thought, thou willingly art dead, Scorning another burden after this. A Heaven of Beauty over-press'd thy back, This might have made Alcides' shoulders crack, And Atlas truckle under such a weight: Heav'n thee amongst its horses long'd to see, As here the world was late in love with thee, When carrying her who to the sun gave light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |