For all thy many courtesies to me, Nothing I have (my Crofts) to send to Thee For the requitall; save this only one Halfe of my just remuneration. For since I've travail'd all this Realm throughout To seeke, and find some few Immortals out To circumspangle this my spacious Sphere, (As Lamps for everlasting shining here:) And having fixt Thee in mine Orbe a Starre, (Amongst the rest) both bright and singular, The present Age will tell the world thou art If not to th' whole, yet satisfy'd in part. As for the rest, being too great a summe Here to be paid; Ile pay't i'th'world to come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SARAH'S MONSTERS by KAREN SWENSON THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE FAIR SINGER by ANDREW MARVELL IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE |