I can but name thee, and methinks I call All that have been, or are canonicall For love and bountie, to come neare, and see, Their many vertues volum'd up in thee; In thee Brave Man! Whose incorrupted fame, Casts forth a light like to a Virgin flame: And as it shines, it throwes a scent about, As when a Rain-bow in perfumes goes out. So vanish hence, but leave a name, as sweet, As Benjamin, and Storax, when they meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD A MORTIFYING MISTAKE by ANNA MARIA PRATT CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER TO S-----D (2) by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BURGHERS OF CALAIS by EMILY A. BRADDOCK |