Broad-based, broad-fronted, bounteous, multiform, With many a valley impleached with ivy and vine, Wherein the springs of all the streams run wine, And many a crag full-faced against the storm, The mountain where thy Muse's feet made warm Those lawns that reveled with her dance divine Shines yet with fire as it was wont to shine From tossing torches round the dance aswarm. Nor less, high-stationed on the gray grave heights, High-thoughted seers with heaven's heart-kindling lights Hold converse: and the herd of meaner things Knows or by fiery scourge or by fiery shaft When wrath on thy broad brows has risen, and laughed Darkening thy soul with shadow of thunderous wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLACE by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS THE RESIGNATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IRON HEEL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER A CURSE FOR A NATION: THE CURSE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |