"GREAT father Alighieri, if from the skies This thy disciple prostrate thou dost see Before thy gravestone, shaken with deep sighs, O turn thou not in wrathfulness from me! O of thy kindness, favouring pure desires, Illuminate me with a ray of thine; Must who to pristine, deathless fame aspires Take arms 'gainst envy and each fell design?" "I did so, son, to my great sorrow, for Thereby the names of men too vile to tread Under my feet are heard for evermore. If thou dost trust in me, why droop thy head? Go thunder, triumph, and if thou shouldst chance To meet with such, pass by nor deign a glance." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |