ADIEU, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown And spread as if ye knew that days might come When ye would shelter in a happy home, On this fair Mount, a Poet of your own, One who ne'er ventured for a Delphic crown To sue the God; but, haunting your green shade All seasons through, is humbly pleased to braid Ground-flowers, beneath your guardianship, self-sown. Farewell! no Minstrels now with harp new-strung For summer wandering quit their household bowers; Yet not for this wants Poesy a tongue To cheer the Itinerant on whom she pours Her spirit, while he crosses lonely moors, Or musing sits forsaken halls among. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORABILIA by ROBERT BROWNING THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY THE SECRET OF THE SEA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF 'SALLY IN OUR ALLEY' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HAGAR by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE MORTEM, QUAE VIOLAT SUAVIA, PELLIT AMOR by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY |