Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ODE ON AEOLUS'S HARP, by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ethereal race, inhabitants of air Last Line: For, till you cease, my muse forgets to sing. Subject(s): Harps; Musical Instruments; Lyres | ||||||||
Ethereal race, inhabitants of air, Who hymn your God amid the secret grove; Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair, And raise majestic strains, or melt in love. Those tender notes, how kindly they upbraid! With what soft wo they thrill the lover's heart! Sure from the hand of some unhappy maid, Who died for love, these sweet complainings part. But hark! that strain was of a graver tone, On the deep strings his hand some hermit throws; Or he, the sacred Bard, who sat alone In the drear waste, and wept his people's woes. Such was the song which Zion's children sung, When by Euphrates' stream they made their plaint; Ant to such sadly solemn notes are strung Angelic harps, to soothe a dying saint. Methinks I hear the full celestial choir, Through heaven's high dome their awful anthem raise Now chanting clear, and now they all conspire To swell the lofty hymn from praise to praise. Let me, ye wandering spirits of the wind, Who, as wild fancy prompts you, touch the string, Smit with your theme, be in your chorus join'd, For, till you cease, my Muse forgets to sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOSTS LISTEN TO ORPHEUS SING by GREGORY ORR TO AN AEOLIAN HARP by SARA TEASDALE THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE THAT HARP YOU PLAY SO WELL by MARIANNE MOORE RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AEOLIAN HARP (1) by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE: CANTO 1 by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) |
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