LIST! 'tis a Grecian maid that sings, While from Ilissus' silvery springs She draws the cool lymph in her graceful urn; And by her side, in music's charm dissolving, Some patriot youth, the glorious past revolving, Dreams of bright days that never can return; When Athens nursed her olive bough With hands, by tyrant power unchain'd, And braided for the Muse's brow A wreath, by tyrant touch unstain'd. When heroes trod each classic field, Where coward feet now faintly falter; When every arm was Freedom's shield, And every heart was Freedom's altar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER |