(WHICH THE OWNER OF HIM SOLD AT THE AUTHOR'S INSTANCE) Go! thou art all unfit to share The pleasures of this place With such as its old tenants are, Creatures of gentler race. The squirrel here his hoard provides, Aware of wintry storms, And woodpeckers explore the sides Of rugged oaks for worms. The sheep here smooths the knotted thorn With frictions of her fleece; And here I wander eve and morn, Like her, a friend to peace. Ah! I could pity thee exiled From this secure retreat-- I would not lose it to be styled The happiest of the great. But thou canst taste no calm delight; Thy pleasure is to show Thy magnanimity in fight, Thy prowess; therefore go! I care not whether east or north, So I no more may find thee; The angry Muse thus sings thee forth, And claps the gate behind thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH GUILIELMUS REX by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE STORY OF SEVENTY-SIX by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ MARY'S GIRLHOOD (FOR A PICTURE): 1 by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ODE; SUNG BY THE CHILDREN OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS by W. T. ADAMS |