GREAT Jove, to whose almighty throne Both gods and mortals homage pay, Ne'er may my soul thy power disown, Thy dread behests ne'er disobey. Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea-girt Ocean's mossy hall; My voice shall raise no impious strain 'Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main. How different now thy joyless fate, Since first Hesione thy bride, When placed aloft in godlike state, The blushing beauty by thy side, Thou sat'st, while reverend Ocean smiled, And mirthful strains the hours beguiled, The Nymphs and Tritons danced around, Nor yet thy doom was fix'd, nor Jove relentless frown'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL FACADE: 2. THE BAT by EDITH SITWELL TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT LUCY (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL |