Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UNDER-DOG, by MARTHA TAYLOR First Line: My whole life long I've been an under-dog Last Line: And never know the thrill of seeking fame. Subject(s): Under-dogs | ||||||||
My whole life long I've been an under-dog And learned thereby a compensating truth; That seeking eyes, obscured by earthy fog, Must come in time to scan the heights, forsooth, For that clear vision that a soul requires Lest it become inured to mud and slime; And so each day this humble rut inspires And leads me on to heights that are sublime. Had I been placed by accident of birth On some fair eminence above the rest What need to climb? The great ones of the earth By greatness born of gold or royal crest, Have no incentive; they remain the same And never know the thrill of seeking fame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING LEFT BUT DREAMS by MARTHA TAYLOR LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE VISTAS OF LABOR: 1. THE STEAMSHIP STOKER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MOONLIGHT by JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN MORNING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY CRUX VIA CAELORUM: 4 by PATRICK CAREY TO C. LLOYD, ON HIS PROPOSING TO DOMESTICATE WITH THE AUTHOR by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FROM MOUNTAIN-SLOPES by NELLIE I. CRABB TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 18. ELLEN by GEORGE CRABBE |
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