Here from the restless bed of lingering pain The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave, And feels returning health and hope again Disperse "the gathering shadows of the grave!" And here romantic rocks that boldly swell, Fringed with green woods, or stain'd with veins of ore, Call'd native Genius forth, whose Heav'n-taught skill Charm'd the deep echos of the rifted shore. But tepid waves, wild scenes, or summer air, Restore they palsied Fancy, woe-deprest? Check they the torpid influence of Despair, Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast; Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part, And whose sad inmate is -- a broken heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI SONNET: 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |