On Shakespeare by John Milton
What needs my Shakespeare for
his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pilèd
stones,
Or that his hallowed relics
should be hid
Under a star-ypointing
pyramid?
Dear son of Memory, great heir
of fame,
What need’st thou such weak
witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and
astonishment
Hast built thyself a live-long
monument.
For whilst to th’ shame of
slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easy numbers flow, and
that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy
unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep
impression took,
Then thou, our fancy of itself
bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too
much conceiving;
And so sepúlchred in such pomp
dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb
would wish to die.
This poem is made as a tribute to a fellow artists William Shakespeare. The first few lines are mostly about Shakespeare's tome. The poem explains that Milton does not believe the final resting place for a most beloved writer should be a pile of stones. He also recognizes Shakespeare as a great author. He has gives many complements such as "Dear son of memory" and "great heir of fame" This is my perspective of this poem but I can not say I have a gift for understanding poetry.
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