(presenting to her Mother St. JOHN's Head in a Charger, also Painted by her self) Behold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm'd and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue tied up, that made all Jewry quake, And which so often did our Greatness shake; No Terror sits upon his Awful Brow, Where Fierceness reign'd, there Calmness triumphs now; As Lovers use, he gazes on my Face, With Eyes that languish, as they sued for Grace; Wholly subdu'd by my Victorious Charms, See how his Head reposes in my Arms. Come, joyn then with me in my just Transport, Who thus have brought the Hermite to the Court. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT: NASCENT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA NIOBE: INEXORABLE DEATH by AESCHYLUS TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES |