THE smooth Peneus from his glassy flood Reflects purpureal Tempe's pleasant scene. Fair Tempe! haunt beloved of sylvan powers, Of nymphs and fauns; where in the golden age They played in secret on the shady brink With ancient Pan; while round their coral steps, Young hours and genial gales with constant hand Showered blossoms, odors; showered ambrosial dews, And spring's elysian bloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK JOHN BROWN OF OSAWATOMIE [OCTOBER 16, 1859] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SOLITARY REAPER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |