NOT, like his great Compeers, indignantly Doth DANUBE spring to life! The wandering Stream (Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleam Unfolds a willing breast) with infant glee Slips from his prison walls: and Fancy, free To follow in his track of silver light, Mounts on rapt wing, and with a moment's flight Hath reached the encincture of that gloomy sea Whose waves the Orphean lyre forbade to meet In conflict; whose rough winds forgot their jars To waft the heroic progeny of Greece; When the first Ship sailed for the Golden Fleece -- ARGO -- exalted for that daring feat To fix in heaven her shape distinct with stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE WATER NYMPHS DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN by ROBERT HERRICK A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: ISBRAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO A PHOTOGRAPHER by BERTON BRALEY FIRST NEWS FROM VILLAFRANCA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EPILOGUE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |