Thy sacred Academie above Of Doctors, whose paines have unclasp'd, and taught Both bookes of life to us (for love To know thy Scriptures tells us, we are wrote In thy other booke) pray for us there That what they have misdone Or mis-said, wee to that may not adhere; Their zeale may be our sinne. Lord let us runne Meane waies, and call them stars, but not the Sunne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THESEUS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TIRED MOTHERS by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP by EMILY JANE BRONTE |