Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE SPRINT OF THE NARROW VALLEY, by ISABELLA LICKBARROW Poet's Biography First Line: Riv'let of the narrow valley Last Line: Swell a nobler river's pride. Subject(s): Bridges; Kent River, England; Sprint River, England | ||||||||
Riv'let of the narrow valley, Far on ev'ry side resounds The dashing of thy roaring waters, Now confin'd within their bounds. Here, ev'n now, with strong sensations I survey thy rapid flood, Flowing in foaming waves beneath me, Half concealed by the wood. But when autumn's gather'd tempests Burst on those surrounding hills, And the swift descending torrent Soon thy rocky channel fills When, its narrow bounds disdaining, Pent within its banks no more, Thy stream with sudden fury rushing Sweeps its woody margin o'er With what mingled joy and terror Would I mark thy rapid course, O'er yon crags in vain opposing, Bounding with resistless force. Riv'let of the narrow valley! Swiftly rolls thy stream away; Here though every charm surrounds thee, Here, thou must not, canst not stay. Go, and along yon verdant meadows With a gentler current glide; Then must, sweet stream, thy lucid waters Swell a nobler river's pride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LADY HAMILTON by ISABELLA LICKBARROW LINES ON THE COMET by ISABELLA LICKBARROW LINES WRITTEN ON THE BANKS OF EDEN, NEAR KIRKBY STEPHEN by ISABELLA LICKBARROW ON SLEEP by ISABELLA LICKBARROW ON THE FATE OF NEWSPAPERS by ISABELLA LICKBARROW THE MOUNTAIN FLOWER by ISABELLA LICKBARROW THE NUN'S SOLILOQUY by ISABELLA LICKBARROW THE WIDOW by ISABELLA LICKBARROW HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE |
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