STROPHE I Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought; Groves, where immortal Sages taught; Where heav'nly visions Plato fir'd, And Epicurus lay inspir'd! In vain your guiltless laurels stood, Unspotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, And steel now glitters in the Muses shades. ANTISTROPHE I Oh heav'n-born sisters! source of art! Who charm the sense, or mend the heart; Who lead fair Virtue's train along, Moral Truth, and mystic Song! To what new clime, what distant sky Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly? Say, will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore? Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more? STROPHE 2 When Athens sinks by fates unjust, When wild Barbarians spurn her dust; Perhaps ev'n Britain's utmost shore Shall cease to blush with stranger's gore, See arts her savage sons controul, And Athens rising near the pole! 'Till some new Tyrant lifts his purple hand, And civil madness tears them from the land. ANTISTROPHE 2 Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball? Freedom and Arts together fall; Fools grant whate'er ambition craves, And men, once ignorant, are slaves. Oh curs'd effects of civil hate, In every age, in every state! Still, when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds, Some Athens perishes, some Tully bleeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE KEEPERS OF THE SUN by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH CARPE DIEM by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF |