THE life we strive to lengthen out, Is like a feather rais'd from ground, Awhile in air 'tis tost about, And almost lost as soon as found; If it continue long in sight, 'Tis sometimes high and sometimes low, Yet proudly aims a tow'ring flight, To make the more conspicuous show. The air with ease its weight sustains, Since 'tis by Nature light, and frail; Seldom in quiet state remains, For troops of dangers it assail. And after various conflicts with its foes, It drops to Earth, the Earth from whence it rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II POPULARITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NIMROD WARS WITH THE ANGELS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH EPIGRAM ON THE FEUDS BETWEEN HANDEL AND BONONCINI by JOHN BYROM |