Lonely shades, and murm'ring founts; Limpid streams, and azure mounts; Rocks and caverns, ocean's roar; Waves whose surges lash the shore; Moons, that silver radiance shed, When the vulgar are "a-bed"; Stars and planets shining high, Make one feel 'twere bliss to die; Twilight's soft mysterious light; Suns whose rays are "all" too bright; Wither'd hopes, and faded flowers, Beauties pining in their bowers; Broken harps, and untuned lyres; Lutes neglected, unquench'd fires; Vultures pecking at the heart, Leaving owners scarce a part; Doves that, frighted from the breast, Seek in vain some sweeter rest; Feather'd songsters of the grove, Warbling notes of joy and love; Hearts a prey to dark despair, Why, or how, we hardly care; Pale disease feeds on the cheek, Health how feeble—head how weak— Bursting tear and endless sigh— @3Query,@1 can she tell us why? Pallid nymphs with fronts of snow, Ebon locks with graceful flow; Lips of rose leaves' tender dyes, Eyes that mock cerulean skies; And a foot too which may pass Over, yet not bend, the grass.— Next a hero, with an air— Half a brigand—half corsair; Dark, mysterious in his life, Dreadful in the battle's strife; Vice and virtue in his breast, War for empire—banish rest— Raving still of glory—fame— While dishonour marks his name; Loving one, and only one— Though he has that one undone; A Macedoine of good and evil, One part hero—three parts devil: Quite an Admirable Crichton Is the hero all now write on.— This now is all the stock in trade, With which a modern poem's made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN POETRY: WHAT IS IT? by LEVI BISHOP VANITIES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ATTACH TO ALPHONSO FERRABOSCO'S 'AIRS': TO THE WORTHY AUTHOR by THOMAS CAMPION |