Thomas Warton Jr.

(9 January 1728 — 21 May 1790 / Basingstoke)

While Summer Suns O'er the Gay Prospect Play'd


While summer suns o'er the gay prospect play'd,
Through Surrey's verdant scenes, where Epsom spread
'Mid intermingling elms her flowery meads,
And Hascombe's hill, in towering groves array'd,
Rear'd its romantic steep, with mind serene,
I journey'd blithe. Full pensive I return'd;
For now my breast with hopeless passion burn'd,
Wet with hoar mists appear'd the gaudy scene,
Which late in careless indolence I pass'd;
And Autumn all around those hues had cast
Where past delight my recent grief might trace.
Sad change, that Nature a congenial gloom
Should wear, when most, my cheerless mood to chase,
I wish'd her green attire, and wonted bloom!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: romantic, journey, autumn, grief, passion, change, sad, summer, nature, green

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (While Summer Suns O'er the Gay Prospect Play'd by Thomas Warton Jr. )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. "Twist these Big Tits Purple", Richard Thripp
  2. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -66, Ronjoy Brahma
  3. Stories Are Created, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. When Fresh Fish Fails, Richard Thripp
  5. center, laxami Cards
  6. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -65, Ronjoy Brahma
  7. Im sorry mom, claudia Fernandez
  8. Witless Innocence, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  9. Sitters And Their Dreams, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  10. There Is Nothing I Can Do, Lawrence S. Pertillar

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Thomas Wyatt

My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]