FROM Pembroke's princely dome, where mimic Art Decks with a magic hand the dazzling bowers, Its living hues where the warm pencil pours, And breathing forms from the rude marble start -- How to life's humbler scene can I depart, My breast all glowing from these gorgeous towers? In my low cell how cheat the sullen hours? Vain the complaint; for Fancy can impart (To Fate superior, and to Fortune's doom) Whate'er adorns the stately-storied hall. She, 'mid the dungeon's solitary gloom, Can dress the Graces in their Attic pall; Bid the green landscape's vernal beauty bloom, And in bright trophies clothe the twilight wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A POISON TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES |