That flow of Gallants which approach To kisse thy hand from out the coach; That fleet of lackeyes, which do run Before thy swift Postilion; Those strong-hoof'd Mules, which we behold, Rein'd in with Purple, Pearl, and gold, And shod with silver, prove to be The drawers of the axeltree. Thy Wife, thy Children, and the state Of Persian Loomes, and antique Plate: All these, and more, shall then afford No joy to thee their sickly Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN A CHARACTER OF JOHN MORT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER ELEGY WRITTEN IN SPRING by MICHAEL BRUCE |