HOW blest are shepherds, how happy their lasses, While drums and trumpets are sounding alarms, Over our lowly sheds all the storm passes; And when we die, 'tis in each other's arms. All the day on our herds, and flocks employing; All the night on our flutes, and in enjoying. @3Chorus:@1 All the day, ... Bright nymphs of Britain, with graces attended, Let not your days without pleasure expire; Honour's but empty, and when youth is ended, All men will praise you, but none will desire. Let not youth fly away without contenting; Age will come time enough for your repenting. @3Chorus:@1 Let not youth, ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO HIS WIFE PROCNE, THE NIGHTINGALE by ARISTOPHANES A CHILD'S GRACE by ROBERT BURNS SONNET by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY MID-WINTER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A FOREST GRAVEYARD by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |