Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)
Robert Browning
How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning’s lineage! What if men have found Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul? Nay, for he came of ancestry renowned Through all the world, -- the poets laurel-crowned With wreaths from which the autumn takes no toll. The blazons on his coat-of-arms are these: The flaming sign of Shelley’s heart on fire, The golden globe of Shakespeare’s human stage, The staff and scrip of Chaucer’s pilgrimage, The rose of Dante’s deep, divine desire, The tragic mask of wise Euripides.
Henry Van Dyke’s other poems:
- The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
- The Wind of Sorrow
- Spring in the South
- Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
- The Glory of Ships
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):