You fear, Ligurra -- above all, you long -- That I should smite you with a stinging song, This dreadful honour you both fear and hope: Both quite in vain: you fall below my scope. The Libyan lion tears the roaring bull, He does not harm the midge along the pool. But if so close this stands in your regard, From some blind tap fish forth a drunken bard, Who shall, with charcoal, on the privy wall, Immortalise your name for once and all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A JAPANESE FAN by MARGARET VELEY LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VILE SPRING! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE VIADUCT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HOMECOMING by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS HE SHALL SPEAK PEACE by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK THE SATURN PRINCESS AND THE LORD OF MARS by PAULINE COURTNEY |