THE brave old poets sing of nobler themes Than those weak griefs which harass craven souls; The torrent of their lusty music rolls Not through dark valleys of distempered dreams, But murmurous pastures lit by sunny streams; Or, rushing from some mountain height of thought, Swells to strange meaning that our minds have sought Vainly to gather from the doubtful gleams Of our more gross perceptions. Oh, their strains Nerve and ennoble manhood! no shrill cry, Set to a treble, tells of querulous woe; Yet numbers deep-voiced as the mighty main's Merge in the ringdove's plaining, or the sigh Of lovers whispering where sweet rivulets flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IN THE GARDEN (1) by EMILY DICKINSON THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS TO DR. PRIESTLEY. DEC. 29, 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 18 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |