HARK! hearest thou not the pipe of Faunus, sweeping, In dulcet glee, through Thessaly's domain? Dost thou not see embowered wood-nymphs peeping To watch the graces that around him reign; While distant vintagers, and peasants reaping, Stand in mute transport, listening to the strain; And Pan himself, beneath a pine-tree sleeping, Looks round, and smiles, and drops to sleep again? O happy Greece! while thy blest sons were rovers Through all the loveliness this earth discovers, They in their minds a brighter region founded, Haunted by gods and sylvans, nymphs and lovers, Where forms of grace through sunny landscapes bounded, By music and enchantment all surrounded. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE ETUDE REALISTE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL FRIEND by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE THE LAST MAN: RECOLLECTION OF EARLY LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |