Sir, who some eight and forty years ago Read with your class the Aeschylean tale Of Agamemnon murdered and and the flail Of fate that laid the house of Atreus low: Learning by good chance that you liked to know How we, or those of us still within hail, Fare as we walk through life's tempestuous vale, I pen these words to pay a debt I owe. For now, not for the first time, I have spent Three peaceful fireside hours on that same play, In rapture rising to abandonment; And as through that stern text I made my way, I though how thankful should be his content Who once heard you expound it day by day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) HITOPADESA: DEDICATION by EDWIN ARNOLD CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD |