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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL, by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: They never crowned him, never knew his worth Last Line: A simple, loyal nature, pure as snow. Subject(s): Brownell, Henry Howard (1820-1872) | |||
THEY never crowned him, never knew his worth, But let him go unlaurelled to the grave: Hereafter there are guerdons for the brave, Roses for martyrs who wear thorns on earth, Balms for bruised hearts that languish in the dearth Of human love. So let the lilies wave Above him nameless. Little did he crave Men's praises. Modestly, with kindly mirth, Not sad nor bitter, he accepted fate-- Drank deep of life, knew books, and hearts of men, Cities and camps, and war's immortal woe, Yet bore through all (such virtue in him sate His Spirit is not whiter now than then!) A simple, loyal nature, pure as snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BABY BELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BEFORE THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GUILIELMUS REX by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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