NOT hurled precipitous from steep to steep; Lingering no more 'mid flower-enamelled lands And blooming thickets; nor by rocky bands Held; but in radiant progress toward the Deep Where mightiest rivers into powerless sleep Sink, and forget heir nature -- 'now' expands Majestic Duddon, over smooth flat sands Gliding in silence with unfettered sweep! Beneath an ampler sky a region wide Is opened round him: -- hamlets, towers, and towns, And blue-topped hills, behold him from afar; In stately mien to sovereign Thames allied Spreading his bosom under Kentish downs, With commerce freighted, or triumphant war. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS POEM FOR PICTURE: TO AN OIL PAINTING BY WINSLOW HOMER (DRIFTWOOD) by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. AN EPISTLE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |