RECORD we too, with just and faithful pen, That many hooded Cenobites there are, Who in their private cells have yet a care Of public quiet; unambitious Men, Counsellors for the world, of piercing ken; Whose fervent exhortations from afar Move Princes to their duty, peace or war; And oft-times in the most forbidding den Of solitude, with love of science strong, How patiently the yoke of thought they bear How subtly glide its finest threads along! Spirits that crowd the intellectual sphere With mazy boundaries, as the astronomer With orb and cycle girds the starry throng. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR WRITTEN IN IRELAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK THE FLOWER GIRL (REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE RACING CARS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |