On, on, in firm progression, sure and slow, More scorning hindrance, as ye meet it more; Surmounting what ye cannot thorough go, And forcing what ye fail in climbing o'er; Soon shall ye gaze upon the bliss attained, And worth attainment fourfold as severe; The glorious meed for zealous souls ordained, Shall shine upon you, palpable and clear; Then when the starry coronal of Fame Shall gird your brows, all-perdurably bright; When ye have seen the solitary flame, That burns upon the solitary height, Ye will not, then, your daily cares misname As toil - well spent, for rapture to requite! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |