OFT when I look I may descry A little face peep through that eye; Sure, that 's the boy, which wisely chose His throne among such beams as those, Which, if his quiver chance to fall, May serve for darts to kill withal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE |