Therefore with thee triumpheth there A Virgin Squadron of white Confessors, Whose bloods betroth'd, not marryed were, Tender'd, not taken by those Ravishers: They know, and pray, that wee may know, In every Christian Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow; Tentations martyr us alive; A man Is to himselfe a Dioclesian. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS SUMMER AND LAST by THOMAS HARDY STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD by BERNARD BARTON DOBBS HIS FERRY; A LEGEND OF THE LOWER HUDSON by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER OUR SCHOOLMASTER by ALICE CARY THE TRUE-BORN ENGLISHMAN: CONCLUSION by DANIEL DEFOE |