ON, loitering Muse -- the swift Stream chides us -- on! Albeit his deep-worn channel doth immure Objects immense portrayed in miniature, Wild shapes for many a strange comparison! Niagaras, Alpine passes, and anon Abodes of Naiads, calm abysses pure, Bright liquid mansions, fashioned to endure When the broad oak drops, a leafless skeleton, And the solidities of mortal pride, Palace and tower, are crumbled into dust! -- The Bard who walks with Duddon for his guide, Shall find such toys of fancy thickly set: Turn from the sight, enamoured Muse -- we must; And, if thou canst, leave them without regret! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SUNSET AND SUNRISE by EMILY DICKINSON THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |