BY the dread and viewless powers Whom the storms and seas obey, From the Dark Isle's mystic bowers, Romans! o'er the deep away! Think ye, 'tis but nature's gloom O'er our shadowy coast which broods? By the altar and the tomb, Shun these haunted solitudes! Know ye Mona's awful spells? She the rolling orbs can stay! She the mighty grave compels Back to yield its fettered prey! Fear ye not the lightning-stroke? Mark ye not the fiery sky? Hence! -- around our central oak Gods are gathering -- Romans, fly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON |