Blown up with painful care and hard to light, A glimmering torch blown in a moment out, Suspended by a web, an angler's bait, Floating at stake along the stream of chance, Snatch'd from its hook by the fish of poverty, A silent cavern is his last abode; The king's repository veil'd with gloom, The umbrage of a thousand oziers bowed, The couch of hallowed bones, the grave's asylum, The brave's retreat and end of ev'ry care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MARRIAGE A LA MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON |