LIVES there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself has said, "Shoot folly as it flies"? Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, Are in that word, farewell, farewell! 'Tis folly to be wise. And what is friendship but a name, That boils on Etna's breast of flame? Thus runs the world away. Sweet is the ship that's under sail To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray! Drink to me only with thine eyes Through cloudless climes and starry skies! My native land, good night! Adieu, adieu, my native shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more -- Whatever is, is right! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR SONNET: ONE NEW YEAR'S EVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SONNET by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CHANCE AND CHANGE by THOMAS CAMPION EVENING SONG: 4 by JOHN VANCE CHENEY |