Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To his sweet lute apollo sung the motions of the spheres Last Line: And phœbus' right-revenged grudge. Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Pan (mythology) | ||||||||
To his sweet lute Apollo sung the motions of the spheres; The wondrous order of the stars, whose course divides the years; And all the mysteries above: But none of this could Midas move, Which purchased him his ass's ears. Then Pan with his rude pipe began the country wealth t'advance, To boast of cattle, flocks of sheep, and goats on hills that dance; With much more of this churlish kind, That quite transported Midas' mind, And held him rapt as in a trance. This wrong the God of Music scorned from such a sottish judge, And bent his angry bow at Pan, which made the piper trudge: Then Midas' head he so did trim That every age yet talks of him And Phœbus' right-revenged grudge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PAN'S PIPING by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE IDYLL 3. THE TEACHER TAUGHT by BION THE DAIRYMAIDS TO PAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY PAN IN PANDEMONIUM by BERTON BRALEY PAN AND LUNA by ROBERT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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