Read thou my Lines, my Swetnaham, if there be A fault, tis hid, if it be voic't by thee. Thy mouth will make the sourest numbers please; How will it drop pure hony, speaking these? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE MACDONALD'S RAID - A.D. 1780 by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 9 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS ON NANUS COUNTED ON AN ANT by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |