YE blust'ring Brethren of the Skies, Whose Breath has ruffled all the Watry Plain, Retire, and let @3Britannia@1 rise, In Triumph o'er the Main. Serene and Calm, and void of Fear, The Queen of Islands must appear: Serene and Calm, as when the Spring The New-Created World began, And Birds on Boughs did softly sing, Their peaceful Homage paid to Man, While @3Eurus@1 did his Blasts forbear In Favour of the Tender Year. Retreat, rude Winds, Retreat, To Hollow Rocks, your Stormy Seat; There swell your Lungs, and vainly, vainly threat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL |