O THE glorious purple line Of the mountains lifted along the west! Bright, in the sun, their summits shine; Dark, in the shade, their valleys rest. Cossack and Tartar may hold the plains, And the rivers that creep to a tideless sea; Mine be the heights where the eagle reigns, And cataracts thunder, and winds blow free! Not for the steepe, with its desert sheen, From Austria's border to China's wall, Would I give the upland pasture's green, The beech-tree's shadow, the brooklet's fall. Vanish, O weary, mournful level! Welcome, O wind my brow that fans! In the splendor of earth again I revel, Greeting the purple Carpathians! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BOY AND THE BROOK by LEO ALISHAN TO HIS WIFE by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT JOSEPH'S REFORM (A TALE OF THE HOT DOG TAVERN) by BERTON BRALEY MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: TO THEOPHILUS HOWARD by THOMAS CAMPION A HYMN FOR A CHILD THAT HAS UNGODLY PARENTS by WILLIAM COWPER |