THIS Spot -- at once unfolding sight so fair Of sea and land, with yon grey towers that still Rise up as if to lord it over air -- Might soothe in human breasts the sense of ill, Or charm it out of memory; yea, might fill The heart with joy and gratitude to God For all his bounties upon man bestowed: Why bears it then the name of "Weeping Hill"? Thousands, as toward yon old Lancastrian Towers, A prison's crown, along this way they past For lingering durance or quick death with shame, From this bare eminence thereon have cast Their first look -- blinded as tears fell in showers Shed on their chains; and hence that doleful name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE by WALTER MITCHELL TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT ILLUSIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN KING VICTOR AND KING CHARLES; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING |