Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON MRS. MONTAGUE'S FEATHER-HANGINGS, by WILLIAM COWPER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The birds put off their every hue Last Line: Both poet saves and plume from fading. Subject(s): Feathers | ||||||||
THE birds put off their every hue, To dress a room for Montagu: The peacock sends his heavenly dyes, His rainbows and his starry eyes; The pheasant plumes, which round infold His mantling neck with downy gold; The cock his arched tail's azure show; And, river-blanched, the swan his snow; All tribes beside of Indian name, That glossy shine, or vivid flame, Where rises and where sets the day, Whate'er they boast of rich and gay, Contribute to the gorgeous plan, Proud to advance it all they can. This plumage neither dashing shower, Nor blasts, that shake the dripping bower, Shall drench again or discompose, But, screened from every storm that blows, It boasts a splendour ever new, Safe with protecting Montagu. To the same Patroness resort, Secure of favour at her court, Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought, Which, though new-born, with vigour move, Like Pallas springing armed from Jove-- Imagination scattering round Wild roses over furrowed ground, Which Labour of his frown beguile, And teach Philosophy a smile-- Wit flashing on Religion's side, Whose fires, to sacred Truth applied, The gem, though luminous before, Obtrude on human notice more, Like sunbeams on the golden height Of some tall temple playing bright-- Well tutored Learning, from his books Dismissed with grave, not haughty, looks, Their order on his shelves exact, Not more harmonious or compact Than that, to which he keeps confined The various treasures of his mind-- All these to Montagu's repair, Ambitious of a shelter there. There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit, Their ruffled plumage calm refit, (For stormy troubles loudest roar Around their flight who highest soar,) And in her eye, and by her aid, Shine safe without a fear to fade. She thus maintains divided sway With yon bright regent of the day; The plume and poet both, we know, Their lustre to his influence owe; And she the works of Phoebus aiding, Both poet saves and plume from fading. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FEATHER FOR VOLTAIRE by JORIE GRAHAM THE LITERAL = THE ABSTRACT: A DEMONSTRATION by ELEANOR WILNER FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER UP TO ME by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE FIERCE BIRDS by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV THE PEACOCK FEATHERS by NATHALIA CRANE ON FINDING A DEAD BIRD UNDER MY WINDOW by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER |
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