DOST deem him weak that owns his strength is tried? Nay, we may safely lean on him that grieves: The pine has immemorially sighed, The enduring poplar's are the trembling leaves. To feel, and bow the head, is not to fear; To cheat with jest -- that is the coward's art: Beware the laugh that battles back the tear; He's false to all that's traitor to his heart. He of great deeds does grope amid the throng Like him whose steps toward Dagon's temple bore; There's ever something sad about the strong -- A look, a moan, like that on ocean's shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK by ROBERT HERRICK THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONG OF THE SATYRS TO ARIADNE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO CHILDREN: 2. BRAGGARTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |