English poetry

British Poets Х Biographies Х Poems About Х Random Poem Х
The Rating of Poets Х The Rating of Poems

Poem by Lewis Morris


THERE are who, bending supple knees,
Live for no end except to please,
Rising to fame by mean degrees ;
But creep not thou with these.

They have their due reward ; they bend
Their lives to an unworthy end
On empty aims the pains expend
Which had knit close a friend.

But be not thou as these, whose mind
Is to the passing hour confined ;
Let no ignoble fetters bind
Thy soul, as free as wind.

Stand upright, speak thy thought, declare
The truth thou hast that all may share ;
Be bold, proclaim it everywhere:
They only live who dare. 

                      Lewis Morris

Lewis Morris's other poems:
  1. A Cynic's Day-Dream
  2. The Reply
  3. The Living Past
  4. A Yorkshire River
  5. On an Old Minster

Poem to print To Print Poem


The Last Poems


English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru