BUT common Sabine on the board In homely ware you'll find. Yet stored And sealed in Grecian jar 'twas first, Dear KNIGHT, what time your praises burst From the full circus' serried ranks, And your own Tiber from his banks, And the great Mount, rang back reply. No Caecuban like yours have I; No press of Cales yet for me Crushed the fat grape. These cups of mine Neither the hills of Formiae Have tempered, nor Falernian vine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) AN INVOCATION by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE JUNGLE WALLAH by BERTON BRALEY |