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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PASTORAL OF THE ORCHARD: SONNET, by ELINOR SWEETMAN First Line: Once amid virgin pastures hoar with dew Last Line: "my vast of joy misfits your shrunken world." | |||
Once amid virgin pastures hoar with dew, I came on Faunus piping. By his eyes Unearthly bright, his wreath, his shaggy thighs, I knew that it was Faunus; yet he blew So wild a voice the shrilling rushes through, I scarce could dream those piercing long-drawn cries Were such as in forgotten Arcadies The jocund old-world gods went leaping to. But Faunus laid the music from his lip, And high disdain his hornèd forehead curled: "Dwarf souls," quoth he, "in dwarfish strains take pleasure; Can ye not foot it to so large a measure I go to seek diviner fellowship; My vast of joy misfits your shrunken world." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASTORAL OF THE ORCHARD by ELINOR SWEETMAN THE HOUSE DESOLATE by ELINOR SWEETMAN TO A NIGHTINGALE by ELINOR SWEETMAN ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS ON THE THREE PHILOSOPHICAL POETS by GEORGE SANTAYANA A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA ON THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |
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