In this great city now the haunt, Of priest and friar and monk Where reason sees her ill-starr'd bark, By superstition sunk; Where nature's voice by force repress'd, Its energy declares, In demon deeds of wickedness, When fear its dagger bares; In Rome itself there lately dwelt Two sister-maidens fair, Affianced both to noble youths, Of form and virtue rare. Preparing now for that great step, Of weal or woe the seal, Before they joyful give their hands, Where purest love they feel; | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY WHITE FIELDS by JAMES STEPHENS AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD PENT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: A LITTLE NAP IN THE MORNING by BERTON BRALEY |