Quotes like My son, at your birth...

Proud Father

My son, at your birth
You are like a jewel
Instills an innate mirth
An aura ringing a bell

My son, as a kid
You are creative
As you always did
Arts quite perceptive

My son, as adolescent
You act as regular lad
With a mature ascent
Make me feels glad

My son, as you now stride
On this graduation installs
A gained triumphant pride
Flowing in me like waterfalls

poem by Marvin Brato Sr
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

Citatepedia®.com

Proud Father

Related quotes

XI. Guido

Dinner Bell

Feels So Good

Glad All Over

Brice Lee (Short)

Slip Kid

III. The Other Half-Rome

Pearl

Bell's Palsy I Penned stroke on stroke penned - Optimistic In...Sight

Bell's Palsy XIV - Dew Diligence

Bell's Palsy XV - Dissymmetry

Bell's Palsy XVI - To Test Frontiers

Bell's Palsy XVII - Temptations

Bell's Palsy XX - Infinite Designs

Bell's Palsy XXI - Lopsided

Bell's Palsy XXII – Match Met

Bell's Palsy XXIII – Ta[l]king for Granted

The Columbiad: Book IX

Paradise Regained

Tale XXI

Search

Citatepedia^®.com