Behold the gloomy tyrant's awful form Binding the captive earth in icy chains; His chilling breath sweeps o'er the watery plains, Howls in the blast, and swells the rising storm. See from its center bends the rifted tower, Threat'ning the lowly vale with frowning pride, O'er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side, A fearful ruin o'er their heads to pour. While to the cheerful hearth and social board Content and ease repair, the sons of want Receive from niggard fate their pittance scant; And where some shed bleak covert may afford, Wan poverty, amidst her meager host Casts round her haggard eyes, and shivers at the frost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND |