As on a hill-top rude, when closing day Imbrowns the scene, some pastoral maiden fair Waters a lovely foreign plant with care, Borne from its native genial airs away, That scarcely can its tender bud display; So on my tongue these accents, new and rare, Are flowers exotic, which Love waters there. While thus, O sweetly scornful! I essay Thy praise in verse to British ears unknown, And Thames exchange for Arno's fair domain; So Love has willed, and ofttimes Love has shown That what he wills he never wills in vain. Oh that this hard and steril breast might be To Him, who plants from heaven, a soil as free! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY MONCH AND JUNGFRAU by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 6. ON THE CORK PACKET, 1837 by T. BAKER THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |