HOWEVER skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow, To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know I am the master yet of my own fate. Thou canst not rob me of my best estate, Though fortune, fame and friends, yea love shall go. Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled; Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed. When all things in the balance are well weighed, There is but one great .danger in the world-- Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THEY CALL IT BUSINESS by CHARLES G. ADAMS |