Drawn with th' attractive virtue of her eyes, My touched heart turns it to that happy coast, My joyful North, where all my fortune lies, The level of my hopes desired most; There where my Delia, fairer than the sun, Decked with her youth whereon the world smileth, Joys in that honor which her beauty won, Th' eternal volume which her fame compileth. Flourish, fair Albion, glory of the North, Neptune's darling, held between his arms, Divided from the world as better worth, Kept for himself, defended from all harms. Still let disarmed peace deck her and thee, And muse-foe Mars abroad far fostered be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY THE VICTOR AT ANTIETAM [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE STREAMS by FRANCES BROWN (1816-1864) |