@3Faith's pure shield, the Christian Diana, England's glory crowned with all divineness, Live long with triumphs to bless thy people At thy sight triumphing. Lo, they sound; the knights, in order armed, Ent'ring threat the list, addressed to combat For their courtly loves; he, he's the wonder Whom Eliza graceth. Their plumed pomp the vulgar heaps detaineth, And rough steeds: let us the still devices Close observe, the speeches and the musics Peaceful arms adorning. But whence show'rs so fast this angry tempest, Clouding dim the place? behold, Eliza This day shines not here! this heard, the lances And thick heads do vanish.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LOVER AND THE BIRDS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD THE EMPTY BOTTLE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE NEST by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX WEE WILLIE GRAY by ROBERT BURNS UPON THE THEME OF LOVE: THE BODY, A FANCY by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH |