HERE no age Augustan flourished, No Medician bounty nourished Children of the German muse; Still by privilege unfriended Her unfolding flower was tended By no princely beams or dews. In the pride of German story See her, scant of wage or glory, Turning from great Frederick's throne; So the German muse may pride her -- When the sceptred world denied her By her soul she sang alone. Mounting thence a higher passion, Tided in a deeper fashion, Sweeps the German muse along, And singing that she may inherit But her own abundant spirit, Mocks the servitude of song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MANSONG: CHORAL by MARCUS ADENEY |