Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CASTLE GORDON (2), by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Streams that glide in orient plains Last Line: By bonnie castle gordon. Subject(s): Castles | ||||||||
Streams that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest stains From Tyranny's empurpled hands; These, their richly gleaming waves, I leave to tyrants and their slaves; Give me the stream that sweetly laves The banks by Castle Gordon. Spicy forests, ever gray, Shading from the burning ray Hapless wretches sold to toil; Or the ruthless native's way, Bent on slaughter, blood, and spoil: Woods that ever verdant wave, I leave the tyrant and the slave; Give me the groves that lofty brave The storms by Castle Gordon. Wildly here, without control, Nature reigns and rules the whole; In that sober pensive mood, Dearest to the feeling soul, She plants the forest, pours the flood: Life's poor day I'll musing rave And find at night a sheltering cave, Where waters flow and wild woods wave, By bonnie Castle Gordon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND ODE TO LUDLOW CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CASTLE RUINS by WILLIAM BARNES MY HIDING PLACE AND ME by BARBARA BROOKS BIXLEY A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS |
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