HIS words seem'd oracles That pierced their bosoms; and each man would turn And gaze in wonder on his neighbour's face, That with the like dumb wonder answer'd him: Then some would weep, some shout, some, deeper touch'd, Keep down the cry with motion of their hands, In fear but to have lost a syllable. The evening came, yet there the people stood, As if 'twere noon, and they the marble sea, Sleeping without a wave. You could have heard The beating of your pulses while he spoke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 4: LORD STANHOPE'S STEAMER by T. BAKER CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |