Tagus, farewell, that westward with thy streams Turns up the grains of gold already tried; With spur and sail for I go seek the Thames, Gainward the sun that showeth her wealthy pride, And to the town that Brutus sought by dreams Like bended moon doth lend her lusty side. My King, my country, alone for whom I live, Of mighty love the wings for this me give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN STARTING FROM PAUMANOK by WALT WHITMAN AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |