Charm'd by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire (All inauspicious as my fate appears, By troubles darken'd, that increase with years,) To guide the crayon, or to touch the lyre? Ah me! -- the sister Muses still require A spirit free from all intrusive fears, Nor will thy deign to wipe away the tears Of vain regret, that dim their sacred fire. But when thy envied sanction crowns my lays, A ray of pleasure lights my languid mind, For well I know the value of thy praise; And to how few the flattering meed confin'd, That thou, -- their highly favour'd brows to bind, Wilt weave green myrtle and unfading bays! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR |