O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,
profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight,
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,
And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train.
Eased of her load Subjection grows more light,
And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.
Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasures to the day.
thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores!
How oft has she exhausted all her stores!
How oft on fields of death thy presence sought,
Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought!
On foreign mountains may the sun refine
the grape's soft juice and mellow it in wine.
With citron groves adorn a distant soil.
And the fat olives swell with floods of oil.
We envy not the warmer clime, that lies
in ten degrees of more indulgent skies;
Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine,
Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine.
'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle,
And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains shine
a class poem that is very well written though albeit mentions poverty once and liberty twice? nothing changes!
Absolutely beautiful poetry, the words are palatable to the tongue of the soul. Bravo
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train....thrilling lines. Beautiful poem.
On foreign mountains may the sun refine the grape's soft juice and mellow it in wine. With citron groves adorn a distant soil. And the fat olives swell with floods of oil. wonderful poem. tony
On foreign mountains may the sun refine the grape's soft juice and mellow it in wine/// wow beautifully penned; great wisdom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shine..., , Thanks for sharing......