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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DANTE, by MARY CROSS First Line: Sublime the music - poet of the dead Last Line: First bade thee welcome to god's paradise. | |||
SUBLIME the music -- poet of the dead -- Thy heart pour'd forth in wild impassion'd strain; Through mystic chords of wonder and of dread, There throbs a note of living woe or pain. I see thee, glory-robed, on Fame's high throne, And crown'd with laurel and pale asphodel; But, oh! the yearning pathos of those eyes, The shades of sadness that within them dwell! -- Like clouds that dim the great sun-lighted skies! I deem thy sad lips breathe one word alone, The name of her who might have been thine own; But thou hast now the bliss on earth denied, And it may be thy spirit's spirit-bride First bade thee welcome to God's paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |
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