Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by ANNA SEWARD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From thy waves, stormy lannow, I fly Last Line: To thy rocks, stormy lannow, adieu! Alternate Author Name(s): Seward, Nancy | ||||||||
From thy waves, stormy Lannow, I fly; From the rocks that are lash'd by their tide; From the maid whose cold bosom, relentless as they, Has wreck'd my warm hopes by her pride! Yet lonely and rude as the scene, Her smile to that scene could impart A charm that might rival the bloom of the vale -- But away, thou fond dream of my heart! From thy rocks, stormy Lannow, I fly! Now the blasts of the winter come on! And the waters grow dark as they rise! But 't is well! -- they resemble the sullen disdain That has lour'd in those insolent eyes. Sincere were the sighs they represt, But they rose in the days that are flown! Ah, nymph! unrelenting and cold as thou art, My spirit is proud as thine own! From thy rocks, stormy Lannow, I fly! Lo! the wings of the sea-fowl are spread To escape the loud storm by their flight; And these caves will afford them a gloomy retreat From the winds and the billows of night: Like them, to the home of my youth, Like them, to its shades I retire; Receive me, and shield my vext spirit, ye groves, From the pangs of insulted desire! To thy rocks, stormy Lannow, adieu! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY WRITTEN AT THE SEA-SIDE .. ADDRESSED TO HONORIA SNEYD by ANNA SEWARD SONNET. TO COLEBROOKE DALE by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 10. TO HONORA SNEYD by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 15. WRITTEN ON RISING GROUND NEAR LICHFIELD by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 18. AN EVENING IN NOVEMBER, WHICH HAD BEEN STORMY ... by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 19. TO -- by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 4. TO HONORA SNEYD, WHOSE HEALTH WAS ALWAYS BEST IN WINTER by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 67. ON DR. JOHNSON'S UNJUST CRITICISM IN 'LIVES OF THE POETS' by ANNA SEWARD SONNET: 68. ON THE POSTHUMOUS FAME OF DOCTOR JOHNSON by ANNA SEWARD |
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