Category: Poetry
_There in the Druid brake If the cuckoo be awake Again, O take my rhyme! And keep it long for the sake Of a bygone primrose-time; You of the star-bright head That twilight thoughts sequester, You to your native fountains led Like to a young Muse garlanded: Dora, and Hester._
What has befallen in the world of wonder, That still it puts forth bubbles of sweet color, And you, and you that burst our eyes with beauty, Are sapped and rotten?
1. Part 1_There in the Druid brake If the cuckoo be awake Again, O take my rhyme! And keep it long for the sake Of a bygone primrose-time; You of the star-bright head That twilight thoug...
3. Part 3Here lies one in the earth who scarce of the earth was moulded, Wise Æthalides’ son, himself no lover of study, Cnopus, asleep, indoors: the young invincible runner. They from t...