Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMONG THE RUINS OF A CONVENT IN THE APENNINES, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye trees! Whose slender roots entwine Last Line: Appear to sight still more forlorn. Subject(s): Apennines (mountains); Convents; Mountains; Ruins; Hills; Downs (great Britain) | ||||||||
YE Trees! whose slender roots entwine Altars that piety neglects; Whose infant arms enclasp the shrine Which no devotion now respects; If not a straggler from the herd Here ruminate, nor shrouded bird, Chanting her low-voiced hymn, take pride In aught that ye would grace or hide -- How sadly is your love misplaced, Fair Trees, your bounty run to waste! Ye, too, wild Flowers! that no one heeds, And ye -- full often spurned as weeds -- In beauty clothed, or breathing sweetness From fractured arch and mouldering wall -- Do but more touchingly recall Man's headstrong violence and Time's fleetness, Making the precincts ye adorn Appear to sight still more forlorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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