Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
“DESIRING THIS MAN'S ART AND THAT
MAN'S SCOPE.” SAME SONNET. |
Stones from The Quarry | ||
“DESIRING THIS MAN'S ART AND THAT MAN'S SCOPE.” SAME SONNET.
How more than Cæsar's robe imperialBecomes thee this sweet robe of simplest grace,
Whose every line Humility doth trace;
Lessening the gulf 'twixt so great and so small!
Drawing thee down to us, raising us all!
That touch of nature is as an embrace,
In which we feel thy heart beat and displace
The high-set figure on Fame's pedestal!
Ay, there we touch, we Lilliputians!
With all those common, sweet humanities,
Those little holdfasts, petty handbreadth spans,
We bind our “Gulliver,” lest he should rise
'Bove our Humanity, which loving scans
Him near in Little, close in sympathies!
Stones from The Quarry | ||