THE old inventive Poets, had they seen, Or rather felt, the entrancement that detains Thy waters, Duddon! 'mid these flowery plains -- The still repose, the liquid lapse serene, Transferred to bowers imperishably green, Had beautified Elysium! But these chains Will soon be broken; -- a rough course remains, Rough as the past; where Thou, of placid mien, Innocuous as a firstling of the flock, And countenanced like a soft cerulean sky, Shalt change thy temper; and, with many a shock Given and received in mutual jeopardy, Dance, like a Bacchanal, from rock to rock, Tossing her frantic thyrsus wide and high! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS by CHARLTON ANDREWS THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |