Whilste all on fyre victorius Rome blazed wastinge her stately frontes to pale asshes And that the wretched Romaynes amasede with clamorous showtes wayled their losses Nero insatiable off Crueltye gasinge from hye theratt laughedd for Joye And to recorde his hatefull Tyrannye tryumphantlye sange the burnynge off Troye Even so the mercyleste this day that lyvethe to see my harte flamynge fyndes Contentment To heare mee sorrowe alas shee smylethe her fayre Eyes glorye moste in my tormente And shewinge her Rigor to the worldes sighte Shee singes those plaintes that I weepinge do write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON |