(AND FOUND ON A GLASS-WINDOW AT CHALFONT) (IN IMITATION OF MILTON) Fair Mirrour of foul Times! whose fragile Sheene Shall as it blazeth, break; while Providence (Aye watching o'er his Saints with Eye unseen,) Spreads the red Rod of angry Pestilence, To sweep the wicked and their Counsels hence; Yea all to break the Pride of lustful Kings, Who Heaven's Lore reject for brutish Sense; As erst he scourg'd Gessides' Sin of yore For the fair Hittite, when on Seraph's Wings He sent him War, or Plague, or Famine sore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |