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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SUMMER, by WILLIAM BLAKE Poet's Biography
First Line: O thou who passest through our valleys in
Last Line: Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.
Subject(s): Bible; Mythology; Summer
First Line: O thou who passest through our valleys in
Last Line: Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.
Subject(s): Bible; Mythology; Summer
O thou who passest through our vallies in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy, thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy vallies, on
Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our vallies love the Summer in his pride.
Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.
Other Poems of Interest...
THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE
THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS
CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY
THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND
THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD
SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES
JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL
ODE TO THE END OF SUMMER by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY