How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning's lineage! What if men have found Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul? Nay, for he came of ancestry renowned Through all the world, -- the poets laurel-crowned With wreaths from which the autumn takes no toll. The blazons on his coat-of-arms are these: The flaming sign of Shelley's heart on fire, The golden globe of Shakespeare's human stage, The staff and scrip of Chaucer's pilgrimage, The rose of Dante's deep, divine desire, The tragic mask of wise Euripides. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MEN OF VERDUN by LAURENCE BINYON |