Jocosa Lyra.
In our hearts is the Great One of Avon Engraven, And we climb the cold summits once built on By Milton. But at times not the air that is rarest Is fairest, And we long in the valley to follow Apollo. Then we drop from the heights atmospheric To Herrick, Or we pour the Greek honey, grown blander, Of Landor; Or our cosiest nook in the shade is Where Praed is, Or we toss the light bells of the mocker With Locker. Oh, the song where not one of the Graces Tight-laces,-- Where we woo the sweet Muses not starchly, But archly,-- Where the verse, like a piper a-Maying, Comes playing,-- And the rhyme is as gay as a dancer In answer,-- It will last till men weary of pleasure In measure! It will last till men weary of laughter ... And after!
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"In our hearts is the Great One of Avon..."
This evocative piece by Henry Austin Dobson, titled "Jocosa Lyra.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...