Wonder of these, glory of other times, O thou whom envy ev'n is forced t' admire, Great patroness of these my humble rhymes, Which thou from out thy greatness dost inspire; Sith only thou hast deigned to raise them higher, Vouchsafe now to accept them as thine own, Begotten by thy hand and my desire, Wherein my zeal and thy great might is shown. And seeing this unto the world is known, Oh, leave not still to grace thy work in me; Let not the quick'ning seed be overthrown, Of that which may be born to honor thee; Whereof the travail I may challenge mine, But yet the glory, Madam, must be thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RHAPSODY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WILD CHERRY TREE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOVE POEMS: 6 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING |