So on Maeotis' Marsh, (where Reeds and Rushes Hide the deceitful Ground, whose waving Heads Oft' bend to Auster's blasts, or Boreas' Rage, The Haunt of the voracious Stork or Bittern, Where, or the Crane, Foe to Pygmoean Race, Or Ravenous Corm'rants shake their flabby Wings, And from soak'd Plumes disperse a briny Show'r, Or spread their feather'd Sails against the Beams, Or, of the Rising or Meridian Sun) A baneful Hunch-back'd Toad, with look Maligne, Glares on some Traveller's unwary steps, Whether by Chance, or by Misfortune led To tread those dark unwholsesome, misty Fens, Rage strait Collects his Venom all at once, And swells his bloated Corps to largest size. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |