Flower of Ionia's fertile plains, Where Pleasure leagued with Virtue reigns, Where the Pierian Maids of old, Yea, long ere Ilion's tale was told, Too pure, too sacred for our sight, Descended with the silent night To young Arctinus, and Maeander Delay'd his course for Melesander! If there be city on the earth Proud in the children of her birth, Wealth, science, beauty, story, song, These to Miletus all belong. To fix the diadem on his brow For ever, one was wanting .. thou. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSULTING BEAUTY by JOHN WILMOT THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SOME SWEET DAY by LEWIS J. BATES THE FLOWER GIRL (REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT I WILL HAVE FAITH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PIANO TUNING by MARIANNE BORUCH |