NOT lovelier to the bard's enamoured gaze, Winded Italian Mincio o'er its bed, By whispering reeds o'erhung, when calmly led To meditate what rural life displays; Trees statelier do not canopy with gloom The brooks of Valombrosa; nor do flowers, Beneath Ausonia's sky that seldom lowers, Empurple deep-dyed Brenta's banks with bloom Fairer than thine at sweet Lasswade: so bright Thou gleam'st, a mirror for the cooing dove, That sidelong eyes its purpling form with love Well pleased; 'mid blossomy brakes, with bosom light, All day the linnet carols; and, from grove, The blackbird sings to thee at fall of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE AFTER SOUFRIERE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE FLIRT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR BALLADE OF THE FOREST IN SUMMER by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |