Here shunning idleness at once and praise This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise; The glitt'ring emblem of each spotless dame, Clear as her soul, and shining as her frame; Beauty which Nature only can impart, And such a polish as disgraces Art; But Fate dispos'd them in this humble sort, And hid in desarts what wou'd charm a court. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE WIND SONG by LUCIA PEARL BOORNAZIAN DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED by RUPERT BROOKE EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS |