Ode To Pity Poem by Jane Austen

Ode To Pity

Rating: 3.1


Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.


Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream--
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.

Susan Williams 18 June 2016

She was a superb artist- -she drew a sketch here that could be hanging in an art studio somewhere.

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 June 2016

The paths of honour with the peace of the mind. Nice work.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 18 June 2016

A great poem coming from the bottom of heart and with touching sentiments interwoven by the poetess. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Chandler Parker 22 April 2009

This Poem is a poem that should be taught in every high school it gives such saddness!

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Ramesh T A 21 July 2022

Well know novelist writing Poetry is a great wonder kindling interest to read it sure!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 16 August 2021

A great short work from the pen of a great novelist

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Dr Dillip K Swain 25 April 2021

A fascinating ode on disappointment of love! A unique ode of its kind..To My favorite

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yh gsys(go your self) you absolute head

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Jane Austen 05 November 2018

This poem is trash and I regret writing it

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Imagine having such little intellectual talent you decide to trash a poem simply because you don't understand the meaning.

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Jane Austen

Jane Austen

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