Ye towers sublime! deserted now and drear! Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast, The musing wanderer loves to linger near, While History points to all your glories past: And startling from their haunts the timid deer, To trace the walks obscured by matted fern, Which Waller's soothing lyre were wont to hear, But where now clamours the discordant hern! The spoiling hand of Time may overturn These lofty battlements, and quite deface The fading canvas whence we love to learn Sydney's keen look, and Sacharissa's grace; But fame and beauty still defy decay, Saved by the historic page -- the poet's tender lay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE USES OF POETRY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |