I LOVE to rove o'er history's page, Recal the hero, and the sage; Revive the actions of the dead, And memory of ages fled: Yet it yields me greater pleasure, To read the poet's pleasing measure. Led by Shakespeare, bard inspired, The bosom's energies are fired; We learn to shed the generous tear, O'er poor Ophelia's sacred bier; To love the merry moonlight scene, With fairy elves in vallies green; Or borne on Fancy's heavenly wings, To listen while sweet Ariel sings. How sweet the "native wood-notes wild" Of him, the Muse's favorite child; Of him whose magic lays impart, Each various feeling to the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT THE FOUR ZOAS: THE SONG OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |