By bolstered words I am borne in hand, As who saith, bidden I should obey. Ye may threat twice ere once ye may Prevail by power to underband That I should yield and not withstand. Your words do well your wits bewray, Weening to bear so great a sway To ween my will when ye command. The free ye think to force by fear To seek obedience of the thrall. Your threat'ning words, of power but small, Is wasted wind to use them here; For like acquaintance of like scathe Is my 'no fears' of your 'no faith'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO VOYAGERS by EMILY DICKINSON THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE FIRST RHYMES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO PERCY BUCK by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |