I YIELD, I yield! Divine Althaea, see How prostrate at thy feet I bow, Fondly in love with my captivity, So weak am I, so mighty thou! Not long ago I could defy, Arm'd with wine and company, Beauty's whole artillery: Quite vanquish'd now by thy miraculous charms, Here, fair Althaea, take my arms, For sure he cannot be of human race, That can resist so bright, so sweet a face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE CLAM DIGGERS ON IPSWICH FLATS by JENNIE F. CHASE FRIENDSHIP by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE PASS ON THE TORCH by ALLEN EASTMAN CROSS A MAY SONG by MARY M. SINGLETON CURRIE |