To Gallia's gay and gallant coast Haste, little volume, speed thy flight; And proudly there go make thy boast How Britons love -- how Britons write. Say, Love can hold his torch as high Beneath our heaven deformed with showers, As in her pure and brilliant sky, By vine-clad hills or myrtle bowers: Ask if her damsels bloom more fair; Ask if her swains can love as true; And urge her poets' tuneful care To sing their praise in numbers due. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LYNCHED NEGRO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM OLD ETCHINGS by MARGIE B. BOSWELL RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING |