Some prominent by blood are, some enfamed by deeds…

Some prominent by blood are, some enfamed by deeds,

The one to greatness born, the other for it bleeds;

One I not envy, the other much do pity,

Born under such curse, fawning on such a he;

For Greatness’ still-haunting appurtenances

No heirdom contend I, nor seek after his throne;

Nor the post-praise of foetal time could me please iwis:

Approach Greatness’ forces ‘hind what best mantlet’s known,

Captain’d by fire-breathing Ares at the front,

That gin I’ll beat, and ere they siege, set my tent burnt.


All this costly effects I shun for a quiet

More rich in dreams than the earthly loot of god-kings;

For there in sleep chance on my Muse, on whose offerings

The sleeper fats like slaves favour’d on king’s diet;

And more strong sustain’st the peduncle of his life,

Than Atlas by Zeus bidden shoulder’d the great skies:

This world of delight gives, where delight of world dies,

Keen as dugout forth of tree, or rude notes of fife!

As in her constant fair and grace somewhen mingle

To a most pure admixture in a soul single:


Thus dream I these pennings and, waken, pen these dreams;

That these prodigies in flowing ink breathe like tench in streams!


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By Sydney Chesterfield on September 16, 2016 · Posted in Braindrops On Yellow Leaves, Literary, Poetry, Trends

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