In doubtful breast whilst motherly pity With furious famine standeth at debate, Saith th'Hebrew mother, 'O child unhappy, Return thy blood where thou hadst milk of late. Yield me those limbs that I made unto thee And enter there where thou wert generate. For of one body against all nature To another must I make sepulture.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHILOSOPHER by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. ON WASHING by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE LORD OF THOULOUSE; A LEGEND OF LANGUEDOC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE NEWPORT TOWER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |