NAPLES! where Virgil found his last repose, Where first his lyre the youthful Tasso strung, The sun's low radiance, o'er the waters flung, A golden halo round thy city throws. He sinks—and now each distant mountain glows Like purple drops from its own vintage wrung; Can the wide earth her fairest shores among A scene more lovely to his smile disclose? And Ocean lies submissive at thy feet, Won by thy charms unceasing homage pours, Loath to encroach, and powerless to retreat; His gentle waves, which but in whispers speak, Clinging as though enamour'd of thy shores, Like Love's fond lips to Beauty's witching cheek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER CANADA by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL AN OFFERING by ANNE MILLAY BREMER AFTER THE GALE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |