TWO voices are there: one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty voice: In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty! There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven: Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft: Then cleave, O, cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES A STREET SKETCH by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY BYROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO A FRIEND IN THE NAVY, SICK AT HOME by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD AN ESSAY ON MIND by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 5 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE, THE AUTHOR LEFT .. VERSE by ROBERT BURNS |