Now are we free to range thee, hill and plain, O Greece! for thou thyself art also free; To muse at Athens, near the Maiden's fane, Or land on Argos from the morning sea, And spread our sails about thee lovingly: What joy thy pupils of the West shall feel To dream the old war-notes, or the softer peal Of pastoral sound from folds of Arcady! Whence oft the gadding Faunus, tired of home, In later times went off in sudden haste From old Lycaeus to fair Lucretil, To fend the Sabine farm from sun or blast, And lent himself to that sweet lyric will, Which led the Gods and Muses off to Rome. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |