Sonnet XXVI: Where Antique Woods by Robinson
By Robinson
Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour; Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r, And waste life's fervid noon in fancied rest. Go, where the bird of sorrow weaves her nest, Cooing, in sadness sweet, through night's dim hour; Go, cull the dew-drops from each potent flow'r That med'cines to the cold and reas'ning breast! Go, where the brook in liquid lapse steals by, Scarce heard amid'st the mingling echoes round, What time, the noon fades slowly down the sky, And slumb'ring zephyrs moan, in caverns bound:
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"Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest,..."
"Sonnet XXVI: Where Antique Woods" by Robinson is a sad and love and deep and nature english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Robinson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour;...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Robinson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.