Sweetest Elizabeth, accept I pray These lowly stamps I send in homage true; One hundred humble servants in their way Are not to be despised, though poor to view. Their livery of red and black, nor gay, Nor sober all, is typical of you, In whom are gravity and gladness mixed. Thought here, smiles there; perfection lies betwixt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET THE SUPPLIANTS: PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS STORM AT SEA (1) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 39. AL-HAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |