So far as I conceive the World's rebuke To him address'd who would recast her new, Not from herself her fame of strength she took, But from their weakness, who would work her rue. 'Behold,' she cries, 'so many rages lull'd, So many fiery spirits quite cool'd down: Look how so many valours, long undull'd, After short commerce with me, fear my frown. Thou too, when thou against my crimes wouldst cry, Let thy foreboded homage check thy tongue.'-- The World speaks well: yet might her foe reply-- 'Are wills so weak? then let not mine wait long. Hast thou so rare a poison? let me be Keener to slay thee, lest thou poison me.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY THE CITY CHILD by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE ENGINE AGAIN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LEANDER DROWNED by PHILIP AYRES TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTH-DAY by BERNARD BARTON THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE |