Song Poem by Samuel Johnson
Song
Not the soft sighs of vernal gales,
The fragrance of the flowery vales,
The murmurs of the crystal rill,
The vocal grove, the verdant hill;
Not all their charms, though all unite,
Can touch my bosom with delight.
Not all the gems on India's shore,
Not all Peru's unbounded store,
Not all the power, nor all the fame,
That heroes, kings, or poets claim;
Nor knowledge which the learn'd approve,
To form one wish my soul can move.
Yet Nature's charms allure my eyes,
And knowledge, wealth, and fame I prize;
Fame, wealth, and knowledge I obtain,
Nor seek I Nature's charms in vain;
In lovely Stella all combine,
And, lovely Stella! thou art mine.
very nice poem..........................................
Darn good poem. Stella has retained unsung and lofty forever.
'And, lovely Stella! thou art mine - all the beauty described in the preceding lines fade out when compared to this last! A lovely poem with vernal vibe.
This was so gorgeous both in his age and in ours. I am going to read a ton more of his poetry. The man had skills! ! !
He paints such a picture of fame, fortune and the wondrous enchantment of the natural world and yet how they pale in comparison to his lovely Stella. The splendid account and reverence of a man of good fortune.
I like this for its warmth and directness. Johnson, in his time, reminds me of Socrates in his. -GK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 10:24:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem with haunting expression. Interesting to read.