Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance, Guided so well, that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgement of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy, France; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance; Town-folks my strength; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shoot awry! The true cause is, Stella looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams, which made so fair my race. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II HERMOTIMUS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE CROSSING AT FREDERICKSBURG by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THOMAS A KEMPIS: DE IMITATIONE CHRISTI by RICHARD ROGERS BOWKER |