AS a maid so nice, With step precise, Tripped o'er the ice, She slipped; her care in vain. And at the fall, With usual gall, The schoolboys call, "Third down; two feet to gain." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN A CAUTION TO POETS by MATTHEW ARNOLD DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING A FLY THAT FLEW INTO MY MISTRESS HER EYE by THOMAS CAREW |