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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ENGLISH WEATHER, by JOHN DYER Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How erring oft the judgment in its hate Last Line: Rich queen of mists and vapors! Subject(s): England; Fog; English; Haze | |||
How erring oft the judgment in its hate Or fond desire! Those slow-descending showers, Those hovering fogs, that bathe our growing vales In deep November (loathed by trifling Gaul, Effeminate), are gifts the Pleiads shed, Britannia's handmaids. As the beverage falls, Her hills rejoice, her valleys laugh and sing. Hail noble Albion! where no golden mines, No soft perfumes, nor oils, nor myrtle bowers, The vigorous frame and lofty heart of man Enervate: round whose stern cerulean brows White-winged snow, and cloud, and pearly rain, Frequent attend, with solemn majesty: Rich queen of mists and vapors! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS BELLEVUE EXCHANGE by NORMAN DUBIE |
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