Then comes the rude and hospitable hall: Mark how abound the trophies of the chase! How thick they mingle on the armour'd wall! What antler'd ornaments the portals grace! There blazon'd shields the proud remembrance call Of many a noble, many a princely race; And many a glorious rise, and many a fall, As upward they the stream of ages trace. How glad the old man, far from civil brawl, Of a more tranquil being boasts th' embrace! His sleeping hounds, round the hearth gather'd, wake At the gay burst of his exulting song; And all, his joyous bounty to partake, Leap to his call, and round his table throng. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS: 2 by CECIL DAY LEWIS TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE SEA-POPPY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |