LIST! 'tis a Grecian maid that sings, While from Ilissus' silvery springs She draws the cool lymph in her graceful urn; And by her side, in music's charm dissolving, Some patriot youth, the glorious past revolving, Dreams of bright days that never can return; When Athens nursed her olive bough With hands, by tyrant power unchain'd, And braided for the Muse's brow A wreath, by tyrant touch unstain'd. When heroes trod each classic field, Where coward feet now faintly falter; When every arm was Freedom's shield, And every heart was Freedom's altar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CONFESSION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |