Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET WRITTEN IN A RUINOUS ABBEY, by SUSAN EVANCE First Line: As 'mid these moldering walls I pensive stray Last Line: In spells of rapture all my soul is bound! Alternate Author Name(s): Hooper, Susan Evance Subject(s): Monasteries; Ruins; Abbeys | ||||||||
As 'mid these moldering walls I pensive stray, With moss and ivy rudely overgrown, I love to watch the last pale glimpse of day, And hear the rising winds of evening moan. How loud the gust comes sweeping o'er the vale! Now faintly murmurs midst those distant trees; The owl begins her melancholy wail, Filling with shrieks the pauses of the breeze. Fancy, thy wildest dreams engage my mind -- I gaze on forms which not to earth belong; I see them riding on the passing wind, And hear their sadly-sweet, expressive song. Wrapped in the dear though visionary sound, In spells of rapture all my soul is bound! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMBLABLES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD NETLEY ABBEY; A LEGEND OF HAMPSHIRE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A NIGHT FANCY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NEWSTEAD ABBEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WRITTEN AT NETLEY ABBEY by SUSAN EVANCE THE ABBEY MASON (WITH MEMORIES OF JOHN HICKS, ARCHITECT) by THOMAS HARDY SONNET TO A VIOLET by SUSAN EVANCE |
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