Within this church Sir Philip Sidney lies, Nor is it fit that I should more acquaint, Lest superstition rise, And men adore, Souldiers, their Martyr; Lovers, their Saint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY by WALT WHITMAN DOVE RIVER ANTHOLOGY, BY OWN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: LUCY GRAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MAGUS MUIR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |