GREAT Jove, to whose almighty throne Both gods and mortals homage pay, Ne'er may my soul thy power disown, Thy dread behests ne'er disobey. Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea-girt Ocean's mossy hall; My voice shall raise no impious strain 'Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main. How different now thy joyless fate, Since first Hesione thy bride, When placed aloft in godlike state, The blushing beauty by thy side, Thou sat'st, while reverend Ocean smiled, And mirthful strains the hours beguiled, The Nymphs and Tritons danced around, Nor yet thy doom was fix'd, nor Jove relentless frown'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ANTONIO by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL IN STATE by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |