Author George Eliot Oh, sir, the loftiest hopes on earthDraw lots with meaner hopes: heroic breasts,Breathing bad air, run risk of pestilence;Or, lacking lime-juice when they cross the Line,May languish with the scurvy. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments