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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MICHAEL ANGELO, by AUGUSTE BARBIER First Line: How sad a glance, how shrunk a face thou hast Last Line: Renowned but weary thou didst leave the light. Subject(s): Art & Artists; Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564); Weariness; Fatigue | |||
HOW sad a glance, how shrunk a face thou hast Michael sublime, old shaper of rude stone! Never a tear have those sad eyelids shown; Thou hast gazed like Dante on all mirth aghast. The Muse did suckle thee too well, and fast Art hath espoused thee, thou art hers alone; Thro' threescore years of toiling thou hast known No solace save on her chill bosom vast. Thy life knew but one blessing: even as God To seal the rock with thine immortal might; And fearful were the feet that nigh thee trod. Like to a lion with wild mane grown white, When thy worn life drew to its period Renowned but weary thou didst leave the light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALUE IN MOUNTAINS: 10 by KENNETH REXROTH IMPERIAL NOSTALGIAS: 4 by CESAR VALLEJO BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY |
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