ON Dido's famous image, friend, you stare, I am her portrait shining heavenly fair; And fair was I, yet schemed not to allure As you hear sung; the fame I got was pure. I never saw AEneas, neither came To Africa while Troy went up in flame; But fleeing fierce Iarbas for my lord Into my breast I plunged the two-edged sword. Why gird me, Muse, with Virgil? the chaste saint Levelling his lies against my self-restraint! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE |