Children! while childhood lasts, one day Alone be less your gush of play. As you ascend that cloven steep Whence Lerici o'erlooks the deep, And watch the hawk and plover soar, And bow-winged curlew quit the shore, Think not, as graver heads might do, The same with equal ease could you; So light your spirits and your forms, So fearless is your race of storms. Mild be the sunbeams, mild the gales, Along Liguria's pendent vales. Whether from changeful Magra sped Or Tanaro's unquiet bed. Let Apennine and Alpine snows Be husht into unwaked repose, While Italy gives back again More charms and virtues than remain, Which France with loftier pride shall own Than all her brightest arms have won. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER MIRACLES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING SOLOMON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |