WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn The tidings past of servitude repealed, And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field, The rough Aetolians smiled with bitter scorn. "'Tis known," cried they, "that he, who would adorn His envied temples with the Isthmian crown, Must either win, through effort of his own, The prize, or be content to see it worn By more deserving brows. -- Yet so ye prop, Sons of the brave who fought at Marathon, Your feeble spirits! Greece her head hath bowed, As if the wreath of liberty thereon Would fix itself as smoothly as a cloud, Which, at Jove's will, descends on Pelion's top." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE A VERMONT GENERAL-UTILITY MAN by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 19. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE SECOND EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION THE SHEPHERD BOY (1) by JOHN CLARE THE ALL FATHER'S WORD by EMILY SOLIS COHEN JR. |