MARY! when we to Arqua's village came, Saw the rear'd tomb, the fountain's hallow'd rill, And climb'd the summit of that verdant hill Where Petrarch's dwelling bears the poet's name; When I beheld the crowded page proclaim, In varied tongue, unchanging homage still, The deathless praise that shall all ages fill, I sigh'd myself to share the poet's fame. Yet, ah! when I remember'd how in vain His lyre he strung to soften Laura's pride, Doom'd to a life of unrequited pain; Ah! Mary, then thy yielding hand I prest, Turn'd from that book to gaze upon my Bride, Nor car'd for Fame who was in Love so blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST DAFFODILS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO MR. BARBAULD, WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: DREAM-LOVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A DREAM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 12. TO YONE NOGUCHI by GORDON BOTTOMLEY FIDO: AN EPISTLE TO FIDELIA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |