Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET II. RURAL NATURE.
Where art thou loveliest, O nature, tell!
O where may be thy paradise? Where grow
Thy happiest groves? And down what woody dell
Do thy most fancy-winning waters flow?
Tell where thy softest breezes longest blow?
And where thy ever blissful mountains swell,
Upon whose sides the cloudless sun may throw
Eternal summer, while the air may quell
O where may be thy paradise? Where grow
Thy happiest groves? And down what woody dell
Do thy most fancy-winning waters flow?
Tell where thy softest breezes longest blow?
And where thy ever blissful mountains swell,
Upon whose sides the cloudless sun may throw
Eternal summer, while the air may quell
His fury. Is it 'neath his morning car,
Where jewell'd palaces, and golden thrones,
Have aw'd the eastern nations through all time?
Where jewell'd palaces, and golden thrones,
Have aw'd the eastern nations through all time?
Or o'er the western seas; or where afar
Our winter sun warms up the southern zones
With summer? Where can be the happy clime?
Our winter sun warms up the southern zones
With summer? Where can be the happy clime?
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