Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd, Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite. Great shame it is to leave, like one afrayd, So fayre a peece for one repulse so light. Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might Then those small forts which ye were wont belay: Such haughty mynds, enur'd to hardy fight, Disdayne to yield unto the first assay. Bring therefore all the forces that ye may, And lay incessant battery to her heart; Playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay; Those engins can the proudest love convert. And if those fayle, fall down and dy before her; So dying live, and living do adore her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PIONEER WOMAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG TO SIGURD by KATHARINE LEE BATES DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 11. TO EDWARD THOMAS, WITH A PLAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |