My rose, Gravina, blooms anew;
And steeped not now in rain,
But in Castalian streams by you,
Will never fade again.
More verses by William Cowper
- To Demosthenes
- To My Father (Translated From Milton)
- To Health (From The Greek)
- To Mrs. King, On Her Kind Present To The Author, A Patchwork Counterpane Of Her Own Making
- To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis Of Villa. (Translated From Milton)
