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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by PHILIPPE DESPORTES First Line: Here icarus fell, the youth of dauntless heart Last Line: How nobler fate, or richer grave desire? | |||
HERE Icarus fell, the youth of dauntless heart, Who dared to wing his flight through heaven's domain-- Here fell his limbs, his plumes bestrewed the main, Whose fall doth envy to great souls impart. Blest travail of a mind, no perils thwart, Which drew such profit from so little pain; O happy loss, full of so vast a gain, Though vanquished, over time thou victor art. The untried path could not his youth repress, The power denied him, not the hardiness; The sun's fierce splendour lit his funeral pyre. He died; in glory's quest he found his doom, High heaven his glorious aim, the sea his tomb; How nobler fate, or richer grave desire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DIANA by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (1) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (2) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES SONNET (3) by PHILIPPE DESPORTES VILLANELLE by PHILIPPE DESPORTES AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST |
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