THOUGH the demeanour be imperious, proud, Yet round the lips may gentleness play still; Though the eye gleam and every muscle thrill, Yet may the voice with calmness be endow'd. Thus art thou in the rostrum, when aloud Thou speak'st of governments and of the skill Of cabinets, and of the people's will, Of Germany's long strifes and ends avow'd. Ne'er be thine image blotted from my mind! In times of barbarous self-love like these, How doth an image of such greatness please! What thou, in fashion fatherly and kind, Spak'st to my heart, while hours flew swiftly by, Deep in my heart I still bear faithfully. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1726-7 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES |