The city burrows toward the shade, The metal peaks and turrets shine, And Beauty's hand rests unafraid On the silver-bristled swine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN WINTER by LAURENCE BINYON MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R.B. SHERIDAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE MODERN LOVE: 43 by GEORGE MEREDITH ON A GRAVE IN THE FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |