I STOOD upon that great Acropolis, The turret-gate of Nature's citadel, Where once again, from slavery's thick abyss Strangely delivered, Grecian warriors dwell. I watched the bosom of Parnassus swell, I traced Eleusis, Athens, Salamis, And that rude fane below, which lives to tell Where reigned the city of luxurious bliss. Within the maze of great antiquity My spirit wandered tremblingly along; As one who with rapt ears to a wild song Hearkens some while, then knows not whether he Has comprehended all its melody, So in that parting hour was it with Greece and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |