MARIA, could Horace have guessed What honour awaited his ode To his own little volume addressed, The honour which you have bestowed, Who have traced it in characters here, So elegant, even, and neat; He had laughed at the critical sneer, Which he seems to have trembled to meet. And sneer, if you please, he had said, Hereafter a nymph shall arise, Who shall give me, when you are all dead, The glory your malice denies; Shall dignity give to my lay, Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say, Nothing ever was written so well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY AMORETTI: 37 by EDMUND SPENSER COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 41. TO THE 'UNKNOWABLE' GOD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |