(WHICH THE OWNER OF HIM SOLD AT THE AUTHOR'S INSTANCE) Go! thou art all unfit to share The pleasures of this place With such as its old tenants are, Creatures of gentler race. The squirrel here his hoard provides, Aware of wintry storms, And woodpeckers explore the sides Of rugged oaks for worms. The sheep here smooths the knotted thorn With frictions of her fleece; And here I wander eve and morn, Like her, a friend to peace. Ah! I could pity thee exiled From this secure retreat-- I would not lose it to be styled The happiest of the great. But thou canst taste no calm delight; Thy pleasure is to show Thy magnanimity in fight, Thy prowess; therefore go! I care not whether east or north, So I no more may find thee; The angry Muse thus sings thee forth, And claps the gate behind thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY PIONEERS OF SOUTH DAKOTA by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE SPELL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THINGS OF CLAY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE LAMENT OF SIGISMUNDO IN LA VIDA ES SUENO by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA |