BY no kind Augustus reared, To no Medici endeared, German Art arose; Fostering glory smil'd not on her, Ne'er with kingly smiles to sun her, Did her blooms unclose. No! She went, by Monarchs slighted Went unhonored, unrequited, From high Frederick's throne; Praise and Pride be all the greater, That Man's genius did create her, From Man's worth alone. Therefore, all from loftier mountains, Purer wells and richer Fountains, Streams our Poet-Art; So no rule to curb its rushing — All the fuller flows it gushing From its deep—The Heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE SOLOMON TO SHEBA by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC ASOLANDO: SUMMUM BONUM by ROBERT BROWNING HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON |