Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MESSINA, by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Why, wedded to the lord, still yearns my heart Last Line: High hope, pride-stain'd, the course without the prize. Subject(s): Messina, Sicily | ||||||||
WHY, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart Towards these scenes of ancient heathen fame? Yet legend hoar, and voice of bard that came Fixing my restless youth with its sweet art, And shades of power, and those who bore a part In the mad deeds that set the world on flame, So fret my memory here, -- ah! is it blame? -- That from my eyes the tear is fain to start. Nay, from no fount impure these drops arise; 'Tis but that sympathy with Adam's race Which in each brother's history reads its own. So let the cliffs and seas of this fair place Be named man's tomb and splendid record-stone, High hope, pride-stain'd, the course without the prize. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THRENODY IN MEMORY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF MESSINA by LOUIS V. LEDOUX MESSINA, 1908 by ALICE MEYNELL THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF MESSINA by EDWARD LEAR FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN A MARTYR CONVERT; A HYMN by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN A PICTURE by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN |
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