Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A LADY, ON THE RISE OF MORN, by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL First Line: Rise, blossom of the spring Last Line: Singing the heavenly song of liberty! Subject(s): Morning | ||||||||
RISE, blossom of the spring, The dews of morn Still linger on the barren thorn; Arise, and sing! O! join my rapturous song! And o'er the wild bleak hills And unfledged fields along Pursue the trickling rills: O, rise! Cloathed with that modest grace That veils the glowing beauties of thy face, And downward points the radiance of thine eyes. I wait thee on the thawing mountains, Where spring dissolves the lingering fountains; O! trace with me the opening flowers; Brave the sharp breeze, damp dews, and vernal showers. Wild various Nature strews her charms, And storms surround her mildest calms; O! to her frowns let us superior be, Taste each delight, and hail the coming spring, Singing the heavenly song of liberty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING SONG by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON POEM BEFORE BREAKFAST by TED KOOSER I'VE BEEN ASLEEP by PHILIP LEVINE SPRNG DAY: BREAKFAST TABLE by AMY LOWELL THE WAYSIDE STATION by EDWIN MUIR A FRAGMENT. THE BLIND MAN by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL A SONG OF ARLA, DURING HER ENTHUSIASM by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL |
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