TH' unruly steed by laws to tame and ride; With graceful course the well-pois'd lance to guide; In martial sports ever to win the prize; And troops with skill and judgement exercise: In a calm breast a warlike heart to show; To glory friend, to wantonness a foe; To keep on Passion, Reason's powerful hand; Over his soul, and self, to have command: To sport with books, whilst arms aside he lays; To interweave the olive with the bays; When tir'd with arts, to tune Apollo's lyre; To merit honours ere he them desire. These fruits which others bring with art and time, Your blooming age does yield before your prime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |