@3Greatest in thy wars, Greater in thy peace, Dread Elizabeth; Our muse only truth, Figments cannot use, Thy rich name to deck That itself adorns: But should now this age Let all poesy feign, Feigning poesy could Nothing feign at all Worthy half thy fame.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |