OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
And often launched our bark upon that sea
Which the nine Muses hold in empery,
And ploughed free furrows through the wave and foam,
Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home
Till we had freighted well our argosy.
Of which despoilèd treasures these remain,
Sordello's passion, and the honied line
Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine
Driving his pampered jades, and more than these,
The seven-fold vision of the Florentine,
And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.
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Comments2Wow! Just finished reading a piece by Oscar Wilde. This guy always amazes me with hiswitty words and soul-touching nuances. Absolutely gives a thought for deep reflections. Pure genius.
Just finished "Amor Intellectualis". The poem honestly transported me to another era, what a journey! I could genuinely feel the affection for ancient wisdom and the beauty of knowledge captured so skillfully. Every word was chosen with such precision, it was like tasting a wonderfully complex dish. A big thumbs up for this one!