@3Faith's pure shield, the Christian Diana, England's glory crowned with all divineness, Live long with triumphs to bless thy people At thy sight triumphing. Lo, they sound; the knights, in order armed, Ent'ring threat the list, addressed to combat For their courtly loves; he, he's the wonder Whom Eliza graceth. Their plumed pomp the vulgar heaps detaineth, And rough steeds: let us the still devices Close observe, the speeches and the musics Peaceful arms adorning. But whence show'rs so fast this angry tempest, Clouding dim the place? behold, Eliza This day shines not here! this heard, the lances And thick heads do vanish.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |