Immortality Poem by Joseph Addison

Immortality

Rating: 3.6


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 10 March 2017

Shine..., , Thanks for sharing......

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Tom Allport 10 March 2017

a class poem that is very well written though albeit mentions poverty once and liberty twice? nothing changes!

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 March 2017

Exhausted in life! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Shobana Gomes 01 May 2014

Just love this poem, classic it is.

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Amar Agarwala 10 March 2017

A nice rhyming, almost metered classical masterpiece.

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Kenneth Maswabi 07 September 2021

Absolutely beautiful poetry, the words are palatable to the tongue of the soul. Bravo

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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 September 2021

Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train....thrilling lines. Beautiful poem.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 05 September 2021

Powerful and beautifully crafted poem.

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Dr Antony Theodore 05 March 2020

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

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Mahtab Bangalee 05 March 2020

On foreign mountains may the sun refine the grape's soft juice and mellow it in wine/// wow beautifully penned; great wisdom

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